reading

History from inside this single life I’m in a bush I’m like in macbeth the woods move I’m just coming to you in a bush I’m on my trek thru the field I’m in a round bush my head but bigger my hair into leaves my brain branching I can hardly see thru my leaves I’m a bush to you I’m almost a bush to me. History reading in the olden days now busted by the modern times. I have been told that I read, as a child, a singular event instead of rashamon and it’s always rashamon. How could we be so stupid so vain. ¬†Yet, yet, yet what happened always happened, still, still. I will never think otherwise I just never thought I could know what it was.

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