Isn't it peculiar
That trees spend their whole lives
Creating fuel
For the things that will
Destroy them in the end
(g.b.)
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Puzzles From A Mind's Perspective
Poetry//A short book of short poems written by a mind just short of being sane// or the one where the titles might as well be considered poems. I apologize in advance for any offensive content. Also, some of the content may be triggering.
the bandaid that needs to be placed over the world is too large to imagine
Isn't it peculiar
That trees spend their whole lives
Creating fuel
For the things that will
Destroy them in the end
(g.b.)