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Root

the roots of a tree grow backwards, into the ground
the world inside out, kids climb it down
the future seeds of begginings end
so quick, so fast, time can bend
the root of a tree is the future the next
the timeline, the flashbacks, time has no text.
peopke living upside down, inside out
people wander what im talking about.

mikey kelly

by mikey kelly

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