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she begins to carve once again
his initial into the centre of the trunk,
standing out against the hues of umber and hickory
piercing the bark as if it were the horizon
on those warm summer twilights when the sun blesses the waves;
a divine intervention against the night.
another "the one" to add to her alphabet of past lovers,
long since faded in the bark,
forgotten as if a distant memory
or, to accompany those scratched out,
those carved by the hands of a stranger
scar tissue in mahogany,
decades spent rebuilding her oak epidermis.
- lovers' tree
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danny
this was amazing!!
Jake
Babes loved it even tho im dyslexic.
𝔖𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔪 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔡
Lmao i came because you threatened me but holy shit you write good poems!
Aimz
Your second stanza really made me feel a type of way , so beautiful
thanku love
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Marc
ill give this a 10/27, my poetry is much better
blocking u rn >:((((
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oh no sorry :(
i love ur poetry soo much !!1!!11!11 (mine is still better)
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im joking im joking !! do u have ur poetry posted anywhere i'd love to read it?
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on my profile, my dear fellow writer :)
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