Skinny little tree, dancing the ballet in the middle
of a sun-lit yard.
Reaching out it's branches to life above, hoping to
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Tired of sitting in bowls of life with everything
weighing upon little shoulders, pressing selves
into small round bottoms.
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So many tears falling onto my plate through the years,
drenching the interior of this being.
Taking it down stairwells and into the darkness of a
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