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Tree of Love

There are no more periods in my sentences because the words never finish|

Reiterating the same thought with every sentence|

And reinforcing every plot with every painting|

I see the hearts that stumble out blood|

Broken and distraught|

Cut into pieces|

Lost in winds as they glide toward trees|

Into soil|

Which reproduce to introduce the earth to new love|

It's what life is supposed to feel like|

Coexisting with your outer beings|

Mending a broken life that leads to a new beginning|

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  1. Thank you soo much for your support Dead-Girl :)
    This one was actually a part of some lyrics for a song I wrote. I gave that up and now do my poetry thing. Again thanks for all the support.

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