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May 2016
Trees,
some blossoming,
some dying,
some just staying green.

Blossoms,
leafs,
or just branches.

From the outside so different,
yet from the inside so similar.

When one is on its peak,
the other is on its downfall.

It's not always their time,
but when their season strikes,
they will blossom.

And as they get older,
they get thicker.
A better protection from the outside.
Trees are like humans. Kinda.
Simone
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Simone  22/Cisgender Female/The Netherlands
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