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Jun 9
behind the irises of my eyes; is a tall tree
that silently falls over— the question of,
“when a tree falls over, when no one is around,
does it make a sound” —as when my tree falls over,
do i sometimes make a noise when I cry alone?

i guess we’ll never know…
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
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