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The Dream Life of Mimosa Trees

You close your leaves at night to protect your pollen

But before you sleep I run my fingers lightly over your Pom-Pom-Poms

So that I may dream of your perfumes exotic and rare

You are said to be vain and quite poisonous

But this is a transparent myth

Uncertain of its origin

Which was lost

On the

Silk

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