my toes are getting cold
sitting here waiting for
sun to greet me never did
clouds is so greedy today
total quietness envelopes
even my dreaming mind set
i'm like mushroom growing
beneath an autumn leaves
so thick i might not see
brightness that i long for
i hope hard hungry teeth
won't crush my soft skin
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