.I) There's Possum in the Morphine Fields
Miasma will befriend like a well oiled palm. The grass is so green. The grass is so clean. Besides the oaks I blink beneath one tree to flow. Amongst the stones I quake within it's grave to spin. I'll spin.
I can't make any sense anymore.
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