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-- another snippet of a maybe draft. 
There are angels in my hair
climinb me like a sequoia
to see the ocean from my forehead
they play in the forks where
my silliest thoughts branch
forgetting how I grew
to be this way
and where my roots reach down
into the earth
to embrace the bedrock
because,
I want them to
dream that I am forever
with my thick red bark
as they dive around
where i'm still so green and lush
still uncut
fresh
and beautiful.
climinb me like a sequoia
to see the ocean from my forehead
they play in the forks where
my silliest thoughts branch
forgetting how I grew
to be this way
and where my roots reach down
into the earth
to embrace the bedrock
because,
I want them to
dream that I am forever
with my thick red bark
as they dive around
where i'm still so green and lush
still uncut
fresh
and beautiful.
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