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What a landmark;
Your curly locked
White willow head,
Your rhododendron
Lashes, a canopy
Over pools
That froze
On my lined face.
Your oak branches
That brushed
My lined shoulders,
Your crystal crowns
That dug deep
Into my faded
Cartography.
 

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