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By Invisible Poet

Supple skin curled stem taste buds taken still clinging to limb ripened by sun weighted by rain falling one by one hiding within sugarcane farmer curses bees bee steals seeds in strife bee plants tomorrows trees giving farmer new life

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December 16, 2009 19:41Convalescence

Hey, if you get a chance, email me. [email protected]. Maybe we can talk.

December 17, 2009 03:24suzieQ

this style reminds me a lot of Birth