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Of Trees and Treason

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In uniform, you stood

Stately, composed

Rising perfectly

From a picky pine floor

Your bark, thick skinned

Never felt the sun

Beating gently in sync

With your heart


Roots hidden and bent

Lies told and sold

You fell gracefully

To those naïve

Your story stands still

Teetering on old twigs

Carelessly swaying

With the wind

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