The History

Roots that rotted in soil

Taking in the poison

Up into the beautiful tree

She would shortly

End up to be.

Branches blowing in the breeze

More falls off of them

Than the other trees

Yet it still stands.

The history isn’t nearly as fascinating

As what she makes up in her head

To keep herself together.


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