Apple, by Invisible Poet
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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 |
| Posted: 2009-12-15 17:44:09 UTC |
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| 2009-12-16 19:41:05 | Convalescence |
| Hey, if you get a chance, email me. [email protected]. Maybe we can talk. | |
| 2009-12-17 03:24:27 | suzieQ |
| this style reminds me a lot of Birth | |