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• Artiste: Bare Bark
• Titre: Tree Top
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Resting like a rocking child atop a mile high age old tree. There's so much to see, but my numb tongues playing games with my learning brain. My bottle as my crutch, I'll teach my hands to climb me down. slow but keeping a steady pace. Keep looking up, sneak looks at the ground, and never let it all look the same. Stop to let my raw hands rest, build my nest and call it home. This thick air hurts. I fill my lungs, it weighs me down, feel the branches bending. Sneaking looks at the ground, it's all starting to look the same. Pain plants it's seeds and I grow. My eyes grow. Turn them up towards the tree top, feel my tongue tingle. I miss the taste of better days, but would never erase the climb, and i know, it'll all never look the same.