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my eye looking at me from everywhere and making noises the forest refusing to quiet its walking eyes of the hillside in black soil sounds in the redness of barks the dangling of the branches in the brain of the stream
* faceless tree whose eyes dip into muddy tracks I have space for you in my blood within you shines a flame travelling under your dress the sap flowing in your inner dark are the words I want
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