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May 2020
there is a tree
that lives on my
G R A S S
it was planted the day
that i was born
and during the
Y E A R S
it grew tall
with leaves bright
and dark bark protecting its
I N S I D E S
but as years went on
the insides rotted
O U T
until it fell to the ground
shattered into a million
P I E C E S
and i worry that soon
i will begin to
F A L L O W
Melanie Jackson
Written by
Melanie Jackson  20/F/corning ny
(20/F/corning ny)   
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