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Though made of holly bush

Though made of holly bush a maze may be
     — with tower’d slopes on leaves haze’d green,
          and darken’d nests of space laid seen
           ‘tween the branches hunched in lean —
one may find this twisting root unsheathed
to be but gentle Atlas of ‘Rachnid’s silken’sea

i have no goals
Mother Waving

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