Trapped

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Every time I write my name and feel your lineage draw me into the earth like the great roots of a tree, I wish I’d thought to bring an axe so that I may let fly the blood-red sap they harbour, loaded with the acidic tang of bitterness that could burn me to absolution.


 


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Published on April 11, 2017 06:47
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