Funeral Diner

Again the face smiles and were left at an impasse as the trees stretch out above us and the ground seems to carry on, infinitely. Never to return, with no idea of how we got here in the first place. Is this a blank now? and is the cure worth the pain? The pen wont move until weve gone further down. The pen wont move until the other hand has dropped, and is that what was hoped for? Dropping off seems to keep more intact and keep us on a more destructive path. This is where the roots grow and spread for miles at a time.
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