The trees talk to me “Hey, fucker,” They whisper What the hell? I don’t know what to tell them Maybe fuck off But no I don’t want those trees to die I love them No matter how rude They bark at me.
minimalist writing & art, Poetry
chaos, humor, minimalism, nature, whimsical
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