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Sep 2017
Tonight,
The vines that always grow
Are cut.
They seep water
Like my mouth does words.
They stem from impossible
Things.
The vines are cut,
And she noticed
My scars
But did not ask.
The vines
Will never tell.
Lvice
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Lvice  16/Following the bees
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