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Dysphoria
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Concluida, Has publicado oct 21, 2015
Contenido adulto
"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth,
Where mud became my skin and dampened
grains freckled my surface,
I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting
branches
Leaf-speckled limbs
And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes,
Sunlight bled in waves, when my organ
buried, drummed
I know I have breathed earth-kissed breeze
While moss grew slow and rich from my fingertips 
To clothe me and paint me living green,
My bones turned to thick wood
Bark splintering where furry creatures 
dip and pry in search of hearth,
From my hair, summer grass rose toward 
thunderstormed sky
And when those bloated clouds cracked open, wide
I was bathed whole and I thought quite suddenly
I must be alive"

- I Dreamt I Was Living
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