mountains miles deep and where am I?
dodesukaden dodesukaden
tunneling through evidence. I want to show you
all the greatness in the solar areola
lickt erect and prickling gooseflesh
burning for the roughness of
earthen skin. all of this is meant to
anything or trees make sounds and no one needs to
care. one way or the other I am always
hungry forest breathing thirsty city
bleeding drumbeat blistering. valleys
to the sky and where am I?
dodesukaden dodesukaden
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