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Condensing more writing into this thread...
No longer
You shave at my soul
taking the carvings with you
tuckered bare, the roots fall withered and soiled
desperate is the need,
silent is the treatment
craving is the thirst
naked is your blade
Nourishment
deprived
now uprooted left raw and bleeding
Pleading,
leave my leaves alone,
brown and withered chilled and slithered
stems uncanny.
and you the one who cuts and chops
leaving the soul confused and chanting,
recover me
all that was green is now flawed and red
turned into your timber burning away my happiness,
dryed discarded dead
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
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