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Apr 2015
once, i picked
a habit from a tree
ripe and red, not meant for me
had it fa(l)*** instead by gravity
i’d n(o)t be tasting this (v)ery insanity
what remained but a rotten core
i bit and i bit and
i bit
i bit
i bit
i bit
i bit
i bit
and again once mor--     **(é)
n.b. the trunk in theory should grow a lot taller
Unknown101
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Unknown101  england
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