Alyssa Maki · Feb 16, 2012
age

ring by ring they count-
pausing at the middle,
and winding back out.
scratching at the bark,
chopping away the limbs,
peeling apart the leaves,
frailty never wins.
it's a shame they didn't know,
you have to kill it before that will show.

 
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