my nose is close to the leaves,
foreging on my hands and knees.
searching for something real.
Im glad. because I have learned the things to avoid.
what tastes bad. the sour beettles. the debree with no nutrients.
I thought thats all there was to eat.
until I found something very sweet.
and I realised something. wonderfully tall and grand.
I fell upward. I laughed backwards. I sang into nothing.
my mouth was made to be fed sweet things.
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