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19 American Beech Pimp-Daddy, Blow Me, and D-Z 4-ever the only legible phrases, but other cuts mark the squat trunk with hieroglyphs, dark rings of hearts, snowflakes, arrowtips. To be pocked like this. To stand in a corner with shallow roots, one deep tap; to take the terror-etchings, the fleeting love-wounds onto skin and hold them out for someone to see the blurred, healing edges and faint unknowable letters. Despite the knife, despite withering, to push an annual dying farther, faster, and let anyone anyone know this record of ache. ...

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