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WILLOW

Space Line

You twist and contort,

curious, smiling, bored.

How much give before the satisfying snap?

Collect the liquid sap,

and reassure yourself with its sweet taste.

Space Line

Clumsy, groping hands sever shoots.

We like it just the way it is, you see,

there is no need for proud explosions

or novel branches, or breeze-sway.