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Limbs stretch out and droop downwards in warning The wind whistles and shrieks in a desperate yearning Leaves are hiding in the dirt The earth seems to always fall short Humanity is taking without a sound Knees are padded by the wet ground The dirt under bare feet is a red sand It burns in my cracked hands Seeping through my hold like a useless thought I was thankful for the chaos the rain brought Droplets hits the impenetrable dirt and still remain on the surface I am nothing but stillness on my knees waiting to drown, accepting my life purpose I once loved a willow tree so full life She died waiting for me, and my love was a knife I took all that was offered; I stripped her of her clothing I thought for sure my love would fill her with loathing Her limbs lost it's skin and twisted in sadness But my willow did not leave me alone in my madness So selfless my dead willow is on this dying land She gives and gives to this broken man Giving it all to my begging body and empty word Save me when the water gets to high and my begs are no longer heard
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Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 10:39 PM UTC
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Limbs stretch out and droop downwards in warning The wind whistles and shrieks in a desperate yearning Leaves are hiding in the dirt The earth seems to always fall short Humanity is taking without a sound Knees are padded by the wet ground The dirt under bare feet is a red sand It burns in my cracked hands Seeping through my hold like a useless thought I was thankful for the chaos the rain brought Droplets hits the impenetrable dirt and still remain on the surface I am nothing but stillness on my knees waiting to drown, accepting my life purpose I once loved a willow tree so full life She died waiting for me, and my love was a knife I took all that was offered; I stripped her of her clothing I thought for sure my love would fill her with loathing Her limbs lost it's skin and twisted in sadness But my willow did not leave me alone in my madness So selfless my dead willow is on this dying land She gives and gives to this broken man Giving it all to my begging body and empty word Save me when the water gets to high and my begs are no longer heard
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sarah-carlson
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 10:39 PM UTC
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