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Poem	Grass high under apple trees. The bark of the trees rough and sexual the grass growing heavy and uneven. We cannot bear disaster like the rocks- swaying nakedly in open fields. One slight bruise and we die! I know no one on this train. A man comes walking down the aisle. I want to tell him that I forgive him that I want him to forgive me.
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