OUTSIDE OF WHERE WE'VE GONE
Looking like eggshells, I'm cracked and
deformed. With all we've gone to, I wouldn't
take another step along. The fronds are on
the alley wall, things that grow like palm
trees, but aren't that at all. Let me just sit
home for a while. It wasn't too long ago
I thought I'd never see this place again.
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Houseplants are growing everywhere, like
outside the wild things do : trees and
bushes, and in the snow too.
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