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Ironwood tree, branches broken
.Me.squi te strangling its trunk..
I 'm jo~ ted awake,
and I SlU:)i:herinq sobs with my pil~OIf
and tattered bunny,
I try to push the sun .back down
under the mountains.
I can't and you come.
Your questions pound me intoshilpes
I detest. I answer , but my words
are sparks dying quickly
even as they're spoken.

-Dianne Jenkins

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