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Winter
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Within these walls all is dead. And still I choose not to be your subject, your citizen, your hypocrite, your pawn, your scapegoat, your liar. Cause I am already human. And I shall remain what I chose to be, I shall remain whoever I chose to be. And what kind of a difference does it really make? What kind of a difference do I really make to you? When I insist not to be, when I fight not to be? With every fibre of my body I shall resist your grip. Cause I am already human. And I shall remain what I chose to be, I shall remain whoever I chose to be. Even though I long to be back on the trees. In the forest; in the forest at peace. And I recall the sound of beechnuts on plastic sheets. And I soak in the moisture of dew in the misty morning breeze. And I witness the bursting and fading of acorn leaves. [And I hear the lament of pines and the wind on my skin.] Oh how I long to be back on the trees. Oh how I long to be back in the forest at peace. And some part of me is still there, some part of me will always be there. This is the endgame, and you’re losing.
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Spear Feeding
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