Broken

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i saw a tree fall for the first time

today under the merciful hand 

of the wind

when she snapped you

could hear every single

peice of bark give up 

and her strenght

dwindle down to nothing

but a stub

it makes me sad that

me and the tree are one

and the same and 

that i saw myself break

within her

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