token youth I am not so cold today!
heard voice-
low ancient wind
long bent spruce-
kiss moonlight-

no pure language!
thought tree looms
in space's distance,
eight billion roots-

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rip down pantleg
hair and grease 
and blood- blonde
hair girl wary cuz
stalker followed
to car once
my friend told me-
hands coffee-
teeth without stains
from coffee or tea
and I wouldn't like room
for milk.
outside, a homeless man
once watered flowers,
he did it every morning-

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tabbycat scurries by-
nonaction surrounds it-
it is recognized by
pure sunlight.