i am the palm tree, a reconstruction. i am a sentimental coconut obstruction. white-sand-apologies, bottled remorse. a beached reality on a non-existant shore. but you know we'll go for it. into the cabin. we know it's our home. we're asking, but we know: do islands become volcanos?

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