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Thursday, January 13, 2005


weathered willow
a desperate run as the tall grass slashes at your bare legs,
tearing drops of blood from the precious stream beneath flesh,
create your heart from leaves and twigs,
and place it by the weathered willows trunk,
a blessing from your own drying limbs.

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