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Aug 2012
I look at my skin to find the very same dots found on the fern
I can find them in my sleeping thoughts as well as wide awake
Even behind resting lids
the spindly lines on the leaf match the blue on the forearm
the ridges of a nail
bark
does the elm recognize my follicles as grass?
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   Sophia Granada
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