Short Forest
I am an open space
Vast, Lush, Deep, Dark, or Green
A million words can describe my being
Though the only true one is "Dead"
No walls may confine me
I am viturally free
Until you suffocate me with yoUR DAMN FOSSIL FUELS
AND FREAKING MURDER ME
WTF MAN
IM A FREAKING FOREST
Y U DO THIS.
I CAN'T BREATHE CARBON MONOXIDE.
WHAT
THE
HECKIE
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