o beautiful vermont
speak to me
tell me the tales
laid in your leaves
tell me about the lovers who have hung from that tree
all the sap drained from those trees
how to get to paradise?
dare i say it, you’ve found it
beautiful vt
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the girl i met at camp
front lawns
frogs
crochet projects
and tears
bring mind to your
fairytale girl
she laughs like a poet would (and does)
and moves my fingers
on the ukulele strings
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fate says
three and angry/says the moaning sky/they follow you/then play the music/that sticks in your head/just so they can cackle/and watch you squirm/they cater/ to our lady of the underworld/the fates/give to none/and take from all.
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