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Tree

I’ve experienced many memories,

more than words or actions will let on.

Far more, far too many

most that I remember are fond.

Unique,

like branches of trees: branches of sadness, grief, anger,

fear, pain; branches of happiness, love, joy, peace.

Ones that break apart,

diverge, making more and more branches.

Trees root themselves into soil,

their roots carving paths into unforgiving darkness.


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