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  • I grew up opposite
    A park, never seeing the green,
    My urban mind screening
    It out. The shouts from parents
    And neighbours blaring, the tearing,
    Tearing sense of life as something
    Strife-full, rootless, all its fruit thrown
    Far from the tree and sick with
    The sense of its own wasted seeds.
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