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Feb 2018
I stripped the branches,
Debarked the limbs
Like peeling sunburnt skin
On the chest high grassy plains.
There's a nest in the crotch of our tree
With umbilical vines detached and green;
I check to see if my bellybutton
Is missing, just like Eve's.
I see that mine's an Outie,
Still connected to the trees.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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         ---, CK Baker, Jade, Weeping willow, naΗ§Γ­ and 9 others
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