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i harbor a memory of
being as a green-grassed field,
now- gray fingers growing
trying to reach to and
hold men with
eyes cold and
hearts blank white, empty and
blood, dreams spilling
into my pores.
i felt fear gone, now and
i felt awe, here, now and
i wished to be green
again.

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