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[buzzkillkatie]

The mangrove plunges its roots into the muck

Two hooves clomping,
    ten hands clapping
    to arms clasping,
    tumors tell tales:

of pregnancies without,
    of dreams
    without tails;

of clasping in blank air,
    grasping for a breath,
    gasping for green grass,
    sleeping to dream.