Pineing me

Pine needle acupuncture has rosined my brain

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My thoughts cling and pile onto to each other like flies on fly paper
I stumble through life like an evergreen porcupine
My mind full of rotting layers like a forest floor
My stench masked by a fresh scent
My pain thwarted by tiny little green bolts of lightning

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