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bowl of life

a call came at dawn you’re in the hospital again fast, slow, the morning passed, while a tree was removed in my backyard a long life cut down for standing too tall with choking, gnarled, deep roots, and branches too heavy i ate a bowl of life for lunch considered these signs from the universe and made plans to go say goodbye

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