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Trees

Amid humid winds and skies these

long strands

of earth hair swing off swift
through my eyes away from this midnight

sight that, if taken just as seriously true as
staring a dead branch, breaks

your heart apiece to form a world anew

and gather together some
few short slivers of wisdom.

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