i look up a tree a crack branch
i took duck tape tried to put back
okay, leaves didn't wilt overnight
strong enough for wind blowing
i forgot all about it until one day
after a hurricane came; it's gone
consolation i keep for sometime
i could have put her in more pain
than cut that broken limb by then
am i cruel doing it so innocently
i'm trying to look pretty as can be
she can't talk; i'm not aware of any
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this is real not human nor animal/md
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