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the last survivors [poem]

they are the last survivors, these branches. ancestral fingers reaching for the sky, grabbing wind-stories, they’ve grown rigid, almost dead, like relics of gods it is touching, the way they hope   several generations speak at their tips simply to… Continue Reading →

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