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...Ivy...
I didn't want to walk
past the bank
because of it,
even wrapped in my mother's hand.
I told her it clung and heaved;
it breathed.
I would lean back
and it would swallow me,
wrap its great green arms
around my own.
I would smother,
sink and drown
im chlorophyll until
I, too, laid my cheek
against the cool brick
and climbed.
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