Through the Crooked Teeth of Fables

by animalworkss

Let the darkness be your sun
And you’ll solve the plea of freedom
You won’t see where to run
And you won’t see what you flee from
Nowhere’s not so fun
And it will trap you if you eat of
Nature’s rot
Upon the lot
Where trees grow into seed-dom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Copyright Keli Birchfield 2016

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