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Jun 2020
As your eyes scan each branch,
From seeds sewn past;
Cryptic ambition,
Noticed with just a glance...

Forest green plaguing each limb,
Beyond the glance,
You peer;
Bottomless,
Are the roots clinging;
Destined to disappear...
TC
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TC  54/M/Southwest
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   Shrika and Eman
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