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Tender Branch

Comatose regions fit us with plenty. She died on a day called Saturday. Not making this up. A perfect sentence tells us something while the clouds.

In an effort and surprising, the gleam when death says word is magnificent. An approach, while we are bodies, and the trying means love.

A stanza is a break in the action.

Action is change. The next moment, or the sentence that says so.

The previous three moments were attached to the one 42nd back. Do you understand time too?

A sentence is a complete thought, completed on or in the field. Time is a magnet or fence, it could also be a tree.

We are people, mostly, and we enjoy our tree.

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