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tangled

by Nicolette Visciano


we always seem to miss each other

as we hide from one another.

i see you come around the corner,

a friend who has become a former.

we wrap ourselves in agony

around the same rotting tree,

but our dance among the clovers

only draws us closer.

we ignore the pain of splinters

growing evermore sharp,

just as we ignore the fact

we are made from the same bark.

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