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Mar 2012
Bold as lightening, turned to fire. Splitting in two, never

again to be made whole. Have the gods no mercy for creatures

to feel whole? One side dies, split so far away, but a grating certainty  

is that they may have come from separate seeds.  

Did they become one, as the roots grew so deep, entwining their growth

so that that slowly the disconnected became a living entity.

Bold as lightening, turned to fire. Mutilating flesh beneath the bark,

letting loose the blood of the trees.
Aubrey Rose
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Aubrey Rose
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