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drip, drip, drip, the cold bead slides through the slits of bark. drip, drip, drip the leaves bear weight of a thousand drops. drip, drip, drip the crack of the bark the rip of the leaves the winds pressure the roots. the branches pressure the tree. The fruit falls. The land needs. The bark snaps. The tree bleeds. drip, drip, drip, the cold bead slides through the slits of the bark.
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
Pressure
drip, drip, drip, the cold bead slides through the slits of bark. drip, drip, drip the leaves bear weight of a thousand drops. drip, drip, drip the crack of the bark the rip of the leaves the winds pressure the roots. the branches pressure the tree. The fruit falls. The land needs. The bark snaps. The tree bleeds. drip, drip, drip, the cold bead slides through the slits of the bark.
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
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