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110 Latitude love in the grass-wet below trees, desperate end-of-day love green shade. trees in the veins of your hands we arch like branches that find the forgotten sky our fingers and teeth carve names onto blonde bark jajera. eucalyptus, not our names as though we could forget trees as though we no longer need you, or i, only desire to name the world This page intentionally left blank. ...

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