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Orchard Skeleton

Forward with mission, ill the violet of fair green

Watching clouds of red reaching, scalding cold

Rape, skilled in the bark guided in a class cross

Leaguering the chafe, rosy willow lease

In the bones of a swirly grace, removing grips

You lift no weight to tie azure to my hope

Smiling bare to the core the misery of leaves

Down napping- the death you blind

Box of jewels made of apples

Belly shadows

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