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Roots

Ever reaching and growing slow
Climbing downward, into ground they're sown
Raining they're nurtured and flushed out strong
tendril spanning moments breath grows long
With earthen bed each sprout confesses
down under soil, bowed head, spilling transgressions
Rooted to land and settled in for the ride
desires elsewhere, but no one left to confide

Last updated: 2015-5-7

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