To The Ground
I'm going to keep talking
To the ground
And ignoring
The sound
Of you laugh at me
And my family tree
Since it's actually made
Of twigs, bark and leaves
And I speak to the roots
When sanity leaves
The room
Around noon
And I am all alone
In my cold leafy home
I'm fine
These are friends of mine
Just leave me
Alone
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