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Oct 2014
Sadness could **** a
willow tree.
With its already drooping
leaves.
It would wilt away.
Die silently.

Sadness could **** a
willow tree.
Darkness invading beneath the
canopy.
It would wilt away.
Die silently.

Sadness has killed a
willow tree.
Wilted away.
Just like me it has
died silently.
Pained Grace
Written by
Pained Grace  Indiana
(Indiana)   
589
   --- and Reece
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