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Wicks

I don’t

They Grew in Threes

they grew in threesin untended spacesdark and twisted treesthey grew in threesseeds carried by a cold breezethe chill stung our facesthey grew in threesin untended spaces dark and twisted treesseedlings sprouted with easebare branches, diseaseddark and twisted treescasting shadows of uneasethe roots interlacingthey grew in threesdark and twisted trees