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Resolve

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Translucent will.
We wear the salted melon
freshly green
its nakedness is younger
than killing but
older than joy.

It stares back, will.
It smiles at you there, wild
your star is too
liquid and ferocious to
do any good.
Its feverful growl seeps
and devours the
hard question of me.

Patient will.
In your business of
bleeding
and scorching
down my mountain side
eating everything in your
path and wake, cutting
great swaths in my greenness.

So patient, will
and persistent, green.

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