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two twisting great oaks |
bury me with my palms to the sun fists full of seed to sprout up from my silent limbs no box's, concrete, vampire blush my body and bones grow out to become a great oak you can lay beside me with the same seed sprouting from your bones as two twisting great oaks we could outlive humanity and otters and golden frogs new life, new blights meteor showers without the hums and glows of rows of mills we'll push out air for the antelope early morning breakfast of dawn and dew those thousand years i will still know you |