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no. 37butterflies, treaded softly under the solesno. 37
of heavy shoes that weigh my soul and plodding through a secret garden gnawing on an apple
purring, pleased, leafing through
the leaves of a dead willow tree weeping is what we share in tendom but tears won't water its parched lips
or mine
muddy banks shampoo my hair suds fall slowly, crushing flowers and bees that sweeten I sip the necter
of bittersweet math
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