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i am made of trees.
parchment skin and deep roots
dragging at the dark earth,
long limbs lifted
to the sky, and a thousand tales
tucked in every rustling breath.
but he wants a flower.
parchment skin and deep roots
dragging at the dark earth,
long limbs lifted
to the sky, and a thousand tales
tucked in every rustling breath.
but he wants a flower.
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I'm back! *delighted singsong voice* This poem was gorgeous already, but then I got to the end of the line - and it suddenly twisted the whole poem around, and made me look at it again! So now it's gorgeous AND multi-layered!!