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The more it hurts
The more I smile
because the smile has the power
To make it useless
.
Roots in crevice

Half way up-

Down-

A cliff edge
Clinging tree

Isolate-

Some seed spilt bird
Dropped me here.

One day-
Perhaps-

A wandering poet
Slips-

Falls and grabs
Windblown trunk.

Now-
You
Poet-

Learn to

Climb
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