so this jungle is trying to kill me 

vines compressing my skull 

roots choking my thighs 

thorns filling my mouth with 

the taste of blood and green 

and i think 

if i could just bury myself  

deep 

in the dirt 

in the marrow of you  

in the way we used to be 

when we thought we were some kinda free 

i would spit out these thorns 

rip off these roots 

and fight

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