and all the branches fell twice
oh if death wishes so
stout of heart and limb
we sew where offerings make food grow
take my young taster
feel soft unlock through gladden
to glen of smog-free appetite
which oft has might to madden
a button which you broke
descends pallor in haughty pottery
dramas which were laughs to sadden
by grace I breech enter night
waving, awakening in reach
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