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13 April, 2016

mo[u]rning

she didn’t like haircuts,
so she let her lengths grow long.
she was always thirsty,
so she made her home a pond.
she didn’t leave the waterside for decades on end;
the sun and fish, her only friends.


at the end of the day, being
a willow tree

was as good
as it

could get.

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