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Asylum Poplar

Mirroring salted sweat of limes. Dreadful long march creeped and galloped. No home seek looms. A half way of death. Quadruped war for nothing. Tremor feet seek a poplar silhouette. Shaded shadow similar to angel's wing. Rain, snow, wind, sunlight , eyes dropped. Mom, our mansard roof missed us.

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