If you are a tree and me a machine, what possible future can there be?
Your leaves rustled by my wires, my memory unit concrete in knowledge of your every crook and cranny,
Cut from earth or created by man, we weave an intrigue,
Two separate hearts as one beneath skies such as these.
Plant me a seed and I'll hardwire your deceits,
Beneath the dirt amongst the rotted leaves
and everything shared through the waves or seeds.
And yes... I did simply snap a photo of the doodle. Can't be bothered with all that scanner stuff for something so simple :)
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