olive treesA Poem by winter;lyra
oh no
my olive trees diseasoned host these shades inflated states of gray my ego nation disease stricken casts no forms other than strung I am shrunk beneath my imprisoned by my olive trees © 2022 winter;lyra |
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Added on October 11, 2022 Last Updated on October 11, 2022 Author
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