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I paint trees With hopes that I be lifted Entwined in branches Held tight Uplifted Those vines told me stories of love and war Age old tales Giving me more Life I greet my reflection in a puddle, I stare down from so high. Who am I?
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Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
I Paint
I paint trees With hopes that I be lifted Entwined in branches Held tight Uplifted Those vines told me stories of love and war Age old tales Giving me more Life I greet my reflection in a puddle, I stare down from so high. Who am I?
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Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
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