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Off cuts found on mossy floors
make coasters by our bed.
Tea-stained, used, now removed
from the life
they could have had.
We took nature in our grasp
and moulded her to our will.
She felt hungry for salvation.
The ashen tree and sharp-toothed dog
watched over thieving steps.
There we walk with tokens
where we start,
there she ends.

Image by Fabrice Villard
Creation: Work
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