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She is the branches, you are the trunk
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
The mama and the dancing girl, unfurling
My mom has the Pope, my dad has my mom, and I have the sky
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
gall wasp
Bark
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