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In the V-angle growth, branches shoot from
branches. In-growth, against another offshoot, rubs itself a callous-less abrasion— looks nothing more than another’s missing parts—beauty is its few and crossways stems. Believe. There was no economy of choice for Judas. This is not script, but love scenes in the knots of young wood reflected
in a gardener’s shears— ________________________________________________________
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Am I in the folding pattern where all branches converge if one looks long enough? Have I looked long enough? Have I been caught looking?) I have loathed the middle distance— still washing the dirt from my fingernails, but mercury onto the skin, poison. you to me; me, you— mulch in quantity to make greener (I see and I see you)—
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To be found there: a graying slight has been axed into the turtled wood. There has happened no archery that claims excuse for the bite that stands for centuries What else have we She is insignificant, you know this. __________________________________________________________
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1. Light. There is the Figure which opposes my placing it 2. 1 a. 1 b-d. 3 / misc. XXXI, II, or III. 2a. 4. 5. 1g. Etc. |