Planted Deep
If I’d wish
I’d wish to be like you are,
Buried deep,
Ever sleep,
Never have to wander far.

If I breath,
Forcing pollution inside,
Filling fears
Through the years,
Exposed unable to hide.

Wishing to be planted down,
Peacefully,
Never again to be found.

Gloom
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