over grown .
Down to earth .
I listen as the moon lights the tree
For it is the chariot of goods I steel from thee .
I break open your gates , your hearts and fill the void with the music of my elven friends laughs .
They giggle , chewing among our party
The climbing tree .
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Poetry for the rebellious
PoetryI will rebel , you do not love me . You love the old me , you love the angel you wanted me to be . How dare you force purity into me , when I'm already so pure . Your " purity " is tainted . I am me . You are you I choose to be me forever .
