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Thursday, October 27, 2022
Each word within will grow me,
From roots they strengthen,
For I am a tree,
Growing that branch,
Which fall from me,
Now a tree without leaves,
So bare, I look skinny, I look wimpy…
When windy, flimsy—but don’t stand beneath me.
For I am still, I am heavy, and withholding trust,
A build up of dust, out of roots I once….
Watered one by one, day by day,
Erecting a tree, these branches,
And leaves, which dances,
From winds to rain,
Again and again,
This must be,
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