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Mar 2013
Little plant, you cannot grow inside of me.
I am much too cold. Soon, you will be wilting.

Hook your claws in me like a kitten
and you promise to be good
not to strangle any organs, say a single word.
But I just cannot let you die in a place you

should not even sleep inside. Little plant,
you would not any rest even if you were dead.
Sarina
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Sarina  forests
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