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Reason or rhyme I may not have.

The words just fall from my fingertips

Like the sap from a broken tree.

I can't much see what they may say

Until I read what has been written.

I'm just as confused as you by these thoughts,

They tumble behind in my mind.

The scent, the sight, the touch, the taste...

All life is so scattered within.

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