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struck by craving

for homemade pesto

i stripped you of every leaf

in a murderous rampage

certain this would be

the end of you

for weeks now

the days had been shrinking

what little light gracing us

milkily tenuous

the air had sharpened

like an invisible knife

lopping off my green thumb

your leaves yellowing

parched roots buried

in a shallow grave

your denuding was

an act of mercy

a death mourned

well in advance

so imagine my surprise

when a crown of new leaves

unfurled overnight

nascent yet resolute

here you are

defying nature

with your very being

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