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Emerald ChandelıEr

ants march along my forearm through thick curly hair
grass scratches my back, between my shirt and my pants
sweat rolls into my ear, all sound in a jar
and the sun beckons me, sneeze
but I can't move, I won't move
my gaze dares not avert
transfixed by nature
bewitched by bark
my eyes are occupied with twigs
watching arms and fingers, holding leaves

scanning intricate paths of, rough, cracked skin
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