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Jan 2014
I stand facing the tree,
Its bark still bearing the marks of my fist from
One year ago.

I stand facing the tree,
My fists still bearing the scars of its bark from
One year ago.

I stand facing the tree,
My fingers curl and clench, my gaze fixated -
One year ago
The was no one standing in my way.
drizzt
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