©2023 michael raven
gone back to the spirits the only thing real in this decaying world my mycelium heart pumps strong against the rot digging in can you feel me? i stand on the hillock no longer wrapped blind and i can see i can see the trees
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©2023 michael raven
gone back to the spirits the only thing real in this decaying world my mycelium heart pumps strong against the rot digging in can you feel me? i stand on the hillock no longer wrapped blind and i can see i can see the trees
l see mycelium!
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fun stuff!
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Hard to translate the noise that goes with this head nod. But, Damn. “Mycelium heart.” Nice one.
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Thank you, Stacey. 🙏
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A poem about delivery 🙂
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😊
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This resonates and rings loudly. Strong words, Michael.
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Thank you, as always. 🙏
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