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A willow vine in the breeze, winding as random prose is wont to do, cluttering a mind's shape. See, with an askance glance, a couple's kiss against the green, the twine of feelings, tightening. Feel, the love sickness, slow movement and the change, the leaves, twisting into serif knots, into bruised fists and other fanciful shapes, then look away. #poetry #writing #tashpoetry