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shallows
some consist of not much
more than will
is it to live to be?
deep in the facts of the
matter
as any tree as any weed
and there are some who
wallow without
go like a knife through the
sunshone day
the ignorance of ancestors
flies like a flag
over what you’d call…
no one remembers
but solemn sad
possession
all livelong
do you have the ball?
instinct with it we are
suppose
if the forest were gone
then we’d breathe
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