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thin tap-root
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it has only a thin, short tap-root therefore it has an enormous upper reservoir inwhich to store water
You called near the beginning of this morning, early enough so that your voice would grab hold of me & capture me off garde, you almost barely said, "hello" in that sort of illusionary vulnerable way you do- you did- and I hiatused with nothingness escaping my lips. Was I dreaming was it truly you calling me, than the realization set in that it was you, right after your voice questioningly hinted at “you dont recognize me anymore” in tonality but never making appearance in word formations, you inquired into my well-being I replied with some routine answer- you called because you were stressed at work- 20 million things to do and people paying visits in your office and you felt overwhelmed- so why –why- would you call me, were you seeking comfort, were you trying to make your presence known in my life? seemingly so you have it timed just right to know when I've just gotten over the seclusion of living here all on my own, were I have come to a point when the phone rings I don’t have to be anxious if it is you, when a car pulls up I don’t have to raise my head up to see if its you, when the doorbell rings I don’t permit myself to imagine it is you. Than you execute it on me, you call and everything comes overflowing on back, and than------ you leave------ never staying long enough, but just lingering sufficiently to taunt in various sadistic ways- cuz you just cant let go of something’s- or is it that you don’t want to let go. I still haven’t figured anything out- other than this.
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