I walked on my Mountain
Familiar all around
The trees are blowing
up in the red sky
this thought im thankful for
really isn't mine
but belongs to a friendly fungi
I walked to my spot
defined by the sea
hundreds of ants
toook over me
these thing i believe I
I need to run fast
to escape the impending
disaster, i mastered
all because this trip in my mind
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