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              rooting from nature’s beating heart
              through mud and soil it raises
              a tree, bathing in rain and sunshine,
              listening to thunderstorms at night
              ...

Branches grow in all the directions
people wouldn’t dare to.

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            Leaves grow out of the very places
                        they have  f      from.
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Eyes feasting upon mine
as if a distant universe
collided with my body

coldness causing fire
and lips eager to drink the flame

in one shared breath.