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Friday, March 5, 2021
This tree of heaven grows
This tree of heaven grows
Where base nutrients lack
Between foundation stones
Or in a sidewalk crack
Surely not for trying
In a void, a blackhole
I withered and weakened
At most, there must be soul
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