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Feb 5
If we are the seed
      And the Apple our

Then why have we
      Not grown.

For all that falls
     From our branches

Is infertile notions.

It takes only one to flourish,
              Then all shall grow
               Reaching higher,

Than anything that falls.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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