Parasite

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Vines are parasites

Climbing up trees and blocking out light.

They steal water and air,

Just like you.

And instead of a vine around a trunk,

It was your hand around my neck.

I couldn't breathe,

Because of the fear of you.

Like the displaced bird ceases it's song,

I stopped mine.

And you watched,

With no intention of letting go.

I wilted.

You moved on.

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