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Nov 2014
The bough of the tree
extends in such a way
that would imply
it wants another tree to hold
but,
in a way
it is grasping
for its mother;
sun.
Just like when
a baby extends
its tiny arm
towards a giant
mom.
Sierra Earle
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Sierra Earle  State of teenage angst
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