fell in love with an ugly tree
would that be such a travesty
or valor to be on this earth
and live in some regular terror
that’s like the overcoming
of the point of pointlessness
not to blame the language
for the misfortunes it foresees
we are all one ugly tree
alive in the valley of love
and every year we blossom
and the valley just beams
and every year we get uglier
and the beautiful valley just dreams
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