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(Unfinished Poem)

I am a tree
Standing alone
Holding the storm inside

In my branches
I secure your birds
The burdens you hide

On my base
The raindrops fall
From your mysterious face

I keep your leaves
The pieces of your heart
That left during the cold
And changed during the fall

I hold onto you
You never should have gave me your life
Get out of here
You're apart of me

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