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Jun 2017
Tree branches held my sanity
Joy came as fast as the termites
Still intact, even in mere vanity
Snap, now blind to the fairy lights

Buried my conscious & roots too deep
And at dawn when I finally sleep
Woken by the dirt shaking in a disaster
Uprooted but without any conscious beneath
Written by
Mosh Microbiomes
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   Cinzia, ryn and RAJ NANDY
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