

GaiaGaiaGaia
Can you see me? What are your branches, where is your face? If you truly have apples in your cheeks and leaves woven into you then where am I
in your eyes? Though you are here you are also across a sea, a rift of molecules and grass and whispered sighs that we write off as simply nothing. If you put down your roots
do we grow together?
As your boughs climb to exultant heights I sit in the deepest depths of scholarliness, I am
as a child come before a maelstrom, and I fall from myself and into what? Your eyes reradi
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