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Pio 5d
That light above me, I'll never reach it
My long arms are covered in white mould
It's spreading.

Trapped in this rigid bark
I can only grow to reach where I want to be
My actions are bound by a time I don't have.

I wish someone would take the burden
To free me from my rotten parts.
Fruits can't hang from what's dead.

— The End —