We are but decaying thoughts of our existence,
hollowed out from life’s ancestry, some crave
to extend it beyond this human covenant. Many
comfort in the gossip of fables, conjuring an inane
perpetuation, burnt pages,
Watching the squirrels fly Through the air with ease Trouble-free and effortless These flying furry trapezes. The bushy critters love to s...
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