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etched out oak trees
in the middle of a place
that only exist in a stubborn
lover's mind
    neither of them minded pretending

they continued to walk
hand and fist
further down this
delusional trail
ignoring true wind whispers

their cheeks
blushed in then breeze
and dug their heels
deeper into the quicksand
too destitute in whispers
to fall in

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