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Nov 2013
She is like the orange
tree that fades into the mist.
when it goes away I got no
doubt her leaves will change when
I'm the only earth she can root
too in the winter time and her
fruit only quenches my
desert thirst for her sudden
reemergence in the spring.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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