The rambling thoughts of a twist branch of my wooded tree

Standing in the open view

of each corner of each 4 šŸ§±

we’ve been force to deal with

every vision of the jungle of every animal of socialism there is

staring at them 4 šŸ§± s for almost it feels like a decade green šŸŒŽ ly years


of emotional pain of thoughts of a
struggle called why

the strains of the wooded trees of the streets

behold the crying of the whisper of the wooded trees that swift the blinds up

swiftly in the mist of the wind swifting
pass each crazy twisted wind you see

called the trees the rambling thoughts of the seas the of that created to grow t

To šŸ’¦šŸ’¦šŸŒŠšŸŒŠšŸŒŠšŸŒŠ the trees

the rambling thoughts of a branch of my wooded tree

Of course of these words are also write by me eloise simmons

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