I thought . . .
warning me
to
mind the
clippers
imagine that!
her
near still holds
arms 'round doubt
I (nor she)
can or will
let go
shear
persists
warning's
end
thin
branching s
over-growing taking
wind with white
sided house
black between the
window s shutter
no one sees her so
through
nor calls or comes
smooth as silk
the hinge s oil
last one out
slams
door
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