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dali tree

And so the tree stared down on me

Intrusive and voyeuristic with a guilt staining its leaves

swaying in a breeze that my body hardly felt

Vulnerable in its deceit filled towering strength


And I spat back up,

mocking its stare

allowing it to gaze in envy upon a superior being

that could fell it with means

I may never have but could

 

And perish beneath its weight.

 

 

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