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Apr 11
I wonder if trees feel pain when the red buds sprout green,
As leaves struggle to break free and emerge,
Flowing resplendently—
With a radiant verdant glow as the sun shines down.
A genuine thought I had pre-coffee and sneezing my head off.
Damocles
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Damocles  39/M/IN
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