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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