Green Trees (Insanity)
Throughthis cold, wet window, all to be seen another grey day, and more green trees. When the leaves all die, they fall to the ground collaging my streets in orange, yellows and browns yet theres still green trees, on christmas morning, I see a green tree, when I was 3, we planted a tree it was green.
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