There
By the tree
Was me
In a chair
The tree
Made of sap and wood
Me
I was flesh and blood
Soul
Was shadow and joy
From man
To when I was a boy
Now I'm free
No longer
Sitting in the chair
By the tree
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Author:
Stray Bray Jaramillo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2018 17:24
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