She’s coming.
The full moon is coming.
In the forest is a vast multitude
of love and beingness.
And so I smoke my cigarette
under the trees
to give them extra carbon
because she’s coming,
the full moon is coming.
God, here she comes.
Yes, she is coming.
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“to give them extra carbon”
I didn’t see that coming.
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