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Created on: October 11, 2007 Last Updated: September 19, 2008
I'm the oak tree, rounded
waiting for wind to reshape me
searching between my leaves you finger
every edge is lit, softly frantic
all openings flutter in your breath:
you move through
I'm motionless again
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