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Admission
I see the trees the trees
Speak to me
In siloquiscent tremblings
Of shaking branches
And falling leaves
So quiet and tense
A psychadelic panacea
Of hallucinegitic properties
At night I lay beneath
The dark star filled
Skies the moon
My beacon the
North Star my compass
And I dream of a
Less complicated
Existence where the
Air is clean the
Water is not polluted
And cancer is just a
Six letter word
Preferably never
Staged or written
Copyright ©
Kelli White
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