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MAPLE TREES by NAOMI REYNOLDS

First Line: DEATH IS LIFE SEEN IN A LOOKING GLASS
Last Line: NOW, THEY FALL COLD UPON MY HEART.
Subject(s): MAPLE TREES;
Death is life seen in a looking glass.
When I was alive,
The flame of maple leaves scorched my fingers;
Now, they fall cold upon my heart.


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