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Second son in the hall, prozac poetic
The spruce is weeping at my grim letter
Tomorrow you'll be better tomorrow I'll be better
But

You were born just like a black spruce
Your mother weeping, cracked, and charred
And your father was a fire
He never knew quite when to stop
But when

has begun
And from inside
It's spirit is reborn
From the big blue spruce
To the weeping willow
To the evergreen near home
I'll never know all of its

meadow
The past keeps pulling at my sleeve, weeping
Ruby-eyed and heavy-breathed
This is a pain even his promises can't reach
Oh my love
I pray you'll

I am the friend who walks away on a pilgrimage
Never to return again
Reminded at every turn of desert dune and Sitka spruce
Your laugh and my weakness

It’s hard to dream when you ain’t sleeping
Misunderstood because we always speaking
Broads leeching
Dudes creeping
Im weeping
Whip completed two 360s

approaching
Larch is immature
Quaking asp is stinking and grasping
Spruce is voracious
Palm is fallen
All bushes strike for hollowness, herbs hold out for

they go? Stand of cedar offers shelter. Globe hydrangea, spruce and
beech. Struggling yew tree at a corner. Two bush roses, pink and peach, underneath