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The status of the tree
is half in the water, but
your eyes pick up that
it is drawn higher than
it shows in the air.
A woman, hundreds of feet,
tells you to stop looking
at her eyes moving, but to listen
to the sounds and bumps on her voice.
The tree has a dry
fruit with new colours spotted
on it and you fall asleep,
welcoming the juiciness
on top of your cheeks.

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