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Aug 2015
There is a tree I see before me with branches made of bone
Twisting roots lay at my feet cracked as ancient steel
There is sickly wonder held within the shadowed, greying tone
I feel as though I would make an excellent final meal
flash poetry 6/7
Man, this one *****.
Caitlin Fisher
Written by
Caitlin Fisher
   Carter Ginter
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