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One day your branches Will not stretch Towards me. One day your roots Will recoil. One day your bows Will grow to Abhor me. One day I will sink In the soil.
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
The Trees will Tire of Me
One day your branches Will not stretch Towards me. One day your roots Will recoil. One day your bows Will grow to Abhor me. One day I will sink In the soil.
Too much rain will make them drown
lillian-harris
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22/F/American
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
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