End / “I feel like if we're not on the same wavelength then its ok ah”

To end, a mossy green.

Moss overruns anything, given time.

              L wore green.

Creation after decomposition after creation…

              L is moss that has crept into a crevice under the boulder of my mind and spread its slippery selves across its dark underside. 

              I love this green / I hate this green.

Which I needed.

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