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i sit on the couch
it is a modified tree
i'm so sorry, sorry.

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a branch with the bark
chewed off in tiny dainty lines

tracks that i follow
endlessly. is it a ghost?

sitting on a rock
face turned toward the
sun. eyes c l o s e d.
it is warm again..

an hour passes
that way.

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and a cupcake, while sitting outside in the breeze.