A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit We never stop growing Or dying As the train comes in to the station of cyclical undoing Redoing I want to lay down roots Wrap and entangle you in a kingdom of green fiber Phylum, genus, species Forever aContinue reading “WD 190 “He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit””
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