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a ladder leaning against an apple tree
bombs plowing the fields
a pretty pebble plunges into a pond
the moon hiding behind the clouds
fingers moving on braille notes
a crow drinks water from a creek
they hardly speak to anyone
anyone hardly listens to them
a creek kissing a crow
braille notes crawling beneath fingers
clouds rub their faces against the moon's
a pond meeting a pretty pebble
fields blooming into bombs
an apple tree leans on a ladder
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