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May 2013
yesterday
i found out
my mom sold my dog
and chopped down the tree
that my brothers and sisters and i
spent our whole lives playing under.
my little sister
gave me a sawed chunk
of the Big Tree
to remember it by
everything in my life
is a sawed chunk
a ****** piece
of something bigger
that once was all mine
and whole
and perfect...
mom,
i'd rather have
the ******* tree
i guess she doesn't stop at ruining lives. she goes the whole nine yards and ruins perfectly good ******* landscape, too.
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Redshift  F
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