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Oct 2016
is where all the ropes swing free
from the willow branches
with no inhabitants to wish them
a steady tugging downwards into
the grass and magma flowing below
xmxrgxncy
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xmxrgxncy  21/F/the forest
(21/F/the forest)   
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