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Don't litter my pretty tree with ugly truths for leaves thorns that cut like swords with no protective sheaths Seeds of a deceiver try to take root to taste my sweet and sticky fruit to grow into choking vines It's only purpose is to bind then confine but my tree is too strong It has to be I blow with the wind that carries me Down by the sea Peaceful quiet and fancy free
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
My Tree By the Sea
Don't litter my pretty tree with ugly truths for leaves thorns that cut like swords with no protective sheaths Seeds of a deceiver try to take root to taste my sweet and sticky fruit to grow into choking vines It's only purpose is to bind then confine but my tree is too strong It has to be I blow with the wind that carries me Down by the sea Peaceful quiet and fancy free
melissa-s
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
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