• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 06
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Correspondence

Dear, Dear-Tree
I cannot guess your expression
Is that unicorn still at your back?
I have unpleasant visions
All bone and extending branch and twig
Antlers of power with no musculature to drive the rage or lust
under moon light it becomes clear
Dear, Dear-Tree
Reply to this letter
You have my address

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