She tells to tell
an unbroken spell
oozes secrets like shoots
too voracious to quell
Her tome from bind
unload the spine
from dead-weight sediment
of compound rime
So shoots and roots
burn through her boots
to sink her further
an earthen-wear suit.
The soil untouched
her words some-suched
She forgot to let it flow
So bearing no fruits,
inward she grows.
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