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Nov 2019
there may be
  more life
circulating around
     the inside
  of a
winter's
   slumbering
tree...

   than me.

i.. .

   i feel dead
already.
wrote this one in my head while driving for coffee this morning and looking at the barren trees that appear dead, but are quite alive.
TheConcretePoet
Written by
TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
(Isle of Poet)   
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   Fawn
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