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The tree was old,
gnarled, and twisted...

Above the mountain ridge gulls always soar,
like waves crashing against the coastal shore...

Dark skies rain with thunderous force
it's here where lust must dwell, of course...

Treading amongst
Herbaceous boarders...

- sun-rays -
In my dreams I hold your hand...

Metro madness, Chaotic city
Perforated ozone, what a pity...

Contrasting colours
of nature shine equally...

This broken life
has too much junk...

Hark now, the trees' prayer,
you can hear its sound...

Tommy fell asleep
wishing for a brand new bike...

A blood curdling scream wakes me
with a terrifying start...