What the fuck do you know the tears of gold on the avenue of trees, their cries made of moss and dark. What do you know what a breath of wind can only do harm. Fuck do you know how hard it is to cement in the roots, of how cruel the avenue. What do you know how to hurt a breath of wind.
How many leaves a tree, you know? Pave the roads in my dreams occasionally. As Moss this heart facing north! How many lines has the bark of a tree, you know? Roughness when you move your lips for hours, in one of my weekdays. How I long moss on my north-facing!
trees can hear you, if you talk to them, are you that you can not hear them.
Under the palm, green and brown velvet that makes me tremble.
What the fuck do you know the hopes and prayers that each branch turns to the sky. What do you know of what a breath of wind can only do harm. Fuck do you know the fertility of the ants that nest in them. What do you know how to hurt a breath of wind.
fuck do you know how much the stability could be hurt.
The moss on this certainty facing north!
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