good evening, all redundant chatter

with a reach into the evening breeze, i shiver
and on until dusk do i reach
i am a will under whispers
i am a child to preach to
you are the kids i adore
you and i are in time evermore
and so curse no raven nor its flock
i am ever-growing, evergreen,
ever-not under the spell of a cheerleader
on into the night, i gamble
here i am
thus, i ramble

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