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Poetry Maybe #33- The Forest Knows
Hey Travis - your daddy is rich but you can't forbid me from doing whatever urges me on from the inside out. I want to be brave when i see you coming up the hill towards my cottage. to destroy the paper birches who start peeling the minute they see your zippo. you'll stand on the looking out over the edge of the cliff living one last peaceful moment while the forest prepares for combat against one tiny spark. Even the paper birches are making cannon balls out of their bark. you cover the lighter with your pitiful mutated hands Honestly Travis, can you even hold a dime? I told you and Daddy Warbucks that I wouldn't let you inside my cottage or my vulva. VULVA, Travis, VULVA prepare to get kicked in your one tooth by a tree. No one will believe that you saw a magic tree, will they? What kind of apparel does one wear to fend off a firestarter? He only wants to hurt one sweet tramp who won't open the door One sweet tramp and a forest that knows the enemy can be conquered with the secret elements. There is no green light here
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