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Apr 2013
Sing songs to the leafs,
Lamentation to the trees who drop them.
Handily place them.
To the salvation, of recitation.

So that when they mold
into the ground.
That their primitive essence may be found.

For another tree to grow,
out of the seed that you did sow.
But sing to the seed no more.
They have all they need. A breath to draw.
Jake Leader
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Jake Leader  london
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