Nick Donaldson

Rookie (9/4/1993 / Oxford)

Oak

The sky reclines under my arms
So all the aggresive heat strikes my back
The earthy grime wrestle among my feet
My individual toes bind, grapple and shape the scum below

Cast upon a hill, I tower over my realm of sour
I settle upon this spot and take little personal income
Just ask for the great stature I require
And I'll be the only one who nutures myself

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