Thirty-Three

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You were a beautiful oak tree
hovering over me,
protecting me from the rain.
But that night, when I took in the truth,
your colors were never the same.
Your trunk was dead inside
and your roots didn't go as deep as
it looked.
For years you hid the stars from me
and for so long you had me hooked.

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