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BINDWEED

  • Sep 11, 2025
  • 1 min read

By Annie Fisher

They‘re all along my path today,

trumpeting their purity—

a flawless, beaming sisterhood.

But I know how they clutch and cling.

The seed, they say, can feign its death

for half a century or more,

then spring to life, unkillable

as sibling rivalry.


 
 

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