"Why do so many beasts
race themselves
into hell
wear new shoes
made of lion leather?"
asked one of the two over grown vines
that were sunning on the beach
embracing waves of waste
as they watched the never ending beasts
jump off the cliff like lemmings
"Perhaps it has no meaning
other then the folly of death
Poison said to Ivy both content
to be nothing more then minds
of a vine
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