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Sep 2013
My eyes have wandered
to the woods and back to
where we could and should
have spent our evenings, nights,
and seen the morning
lights through the naked limbs
as our limbs remain tangled
among the root mangled soil.
Chris Rodgers
Written by
Chris Rodgers  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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   Adam Pollack
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