Primitive Malady

Madness in people remind them of the uncivilized unclipped souls they left behind in caves deep into the forests.
Forests where leaves grow unruly and misbehaved.
Caves where paints grow from cherry vines and ginger flowers.
Souls where dreams grow as deities, and love grows as a strike against the survival of the fittest.

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