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Sep 2013
my heart is a tree
it's alive
it's growing
but every day,
it gets older
every day,
it's slowly dying
flirting with death
threatened to be cut down
and torn apart.
Breanna Hermann
Written by
Breanna Hermann  Glendale, AZ
(Glendale, AZ)   
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