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The green wilderness
tree growing my smile
leaf streaking away into the clouds
blue
roots cut below the waist of the earth
every day I searched lovingly
My sirami with colour and ethics
until flowering
Virgin plant petals blossoming red dice
I selected a plant stalk
kiss until dusk
until the plant petals shine
clad in wonderful sunlight orange
the great thing about enjoying regret
if neglected
forgotten, let alone cast
tree associates ..
Grew wonderful in the world until the end experience the next day night
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