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Jun 2015
I'm scared for the boy to leave.
The roles have reversed
and this time I'm not the glue.

I am the watery, salted sap
seeping from the trees that eternally grow
in hopes of reaching
their love,
their sky,
their life.
Cinds Davis
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Cinds Davis
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   Rapunzoll and Eiliv Advena
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