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the tree
on television

occurs to be
older than time,
older than my

tired, wrinkled
ass on the
chaiselongue

yet

not as tired
as i feel
within a second

of you
not
being around. we

speak a
chaiselanguage
that no-one understands

your hands on
my face,
exploring

the weathered
bark,
annual rings

yet

inside
i am dead
as wood

a family
of coleoptera
will soon live here

and your hand,
sometimes


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