I’m a gnarled branch underneath your foot
I’m a speck of cartilage amongst the bones and soot
the trees fingers feature a seat for hollow bones
and the fact that they dunk my joints in rust is the reason they groan
I’m a twig blanched by a season of death
I’m a direct stance that’ll give an appeasing rationale for your breath
Oscar Arnold 6fl1n3P
4 years ago
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