as i read,
the never ending line of trees
passes on the bus window.
the apparition of faces
of those i knew,
came randomly on my blinded insights.
erased on the sadness of the green.
Counting Dead Trees
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Acid in my head, acid in my head
Lost in The Dark Wonderland
blinded by too much light
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