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Subtle Silent Creeping
Subtle silent creeping stalkers,
They rise from soil weeds,
Green and lush and spreading fast,
Arms rising up to sunlight to moonlight,
Only to die and be reborn,
But what of it?
They rise from soil weeds,
Green and lush and spreading fast,
Arms rising up to sunlight to moonlight,
Only to die and be reborn,
But what of it?
Published 17th Jun 2013
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