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Feb 2013
Tender yews in hand
cuts
slips
past an edge of tender yews, a fragile path
souls find in foot
weathered rock and grinding wood
every step
deeper cuts the soil by softened feet
curled earth beaded in
you
me
Written by
Nate  MN
(MN)   
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