Tag Archives: dystopia

This is not like it, the visions

    This is not like it, the visions of a gradeschooler who too willingly would have traded for a twitching butterfly his balding, if not for the tonic, schoolmaster:

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Wait Out The Squall

Forest stands On edge of its roots Where wily Foxes romp around And make of Grass The trampled Trash,

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