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Of Trees and Treason

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trees

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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