![By Viviane Sassen](https://theoffingmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/24358490331_b80590ac0d_k.jpg)
Every bare tree
is a silent
chorus of itself.
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Every bare tree
is a silent
chorus of itself.
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Tell me of the things I see forgotten / like desert sand in your eyes
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to be a body / no body / sees
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The tongue remembers all kinds of things / like your name and the blood I ring out from it.