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Would you still love me if my body decayed? If moss grew on my ribs? Would you mind watering the fern growing out of my mouth? I can't do it myself. You can keep the blueberries, I don't need them anymore. Just look at the flowers blooming in my joints and smell the air of the forest you are a creature of. Run now, little critter, run to find the rest of your herd. I will stay here. Don't worry, I've had lots of practice staying here. We can meet again and I can show you all the new mushrooms I will grow