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©December 28th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Eyes that rake the darkness,
And pull up weeds by the roots,
Stray in your direction.
You are transfixed, and beam light.
Your toes curl, and your blood tightens.
Your roots go deep, deep within.
You resist. You are impelled. You resist.
You are impaled.
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