PoetryKilling conspicuous
I’m that dead tree standing sullen in a secluded summer grove waiting for winter to make me indistinguishable from my peers.
PoetrySightseeing
Instead of travelling to a place I’ve never been to see something I’ve never seen, I prefer the seclusion of my backyard. Marveling over…
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