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Dec 2019
my plants are black without ***** habits
their previous green whispering
of dirt jewels, pearl leaves
I killed
with the fire of safety


a deep cutting will grow into something
if you let it
let it be splendid
a jade negative
lush with breathing
Written by
CM Burgess
95
   Bogdan Dragos
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