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Songs
unknown

Her hands, crevices embedded in their skin,
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touch the thorns.The maroon petals, they are dropping to the table's
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cherry bark surface. They are like silk to her touch,
 3
smooth and sliding, her leathery grasp glue on the back of sandpaper.
 4
 
 
Evening steeps the jagged edges of pine and maple, and birch,
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their angled wraith- like branches cloaked in their shiny garb.
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The song sparrows congregate in the morning.
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The birds, they help the earth propose to the sunrise.
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9 Jan 19


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