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Dark, lingering vines
concealed within the shadows,
forever hidden from the sunlight,
like the fragile bones
with a ghostly soul,
eerily dangling from the gloomy tree.

The tears that shower the tree
and give life to the vines
are of those with a yearning soul.
Hidden in the shadows
are the bones
of those who never grasped the sunlight.

The dim rays of sunlight
that twisted this beautiful tree
could not salvage the bones
of the innocent from the vines
and the desirous shadows
that crave a desperate soul.

A desperate soul
has felt the sting of the sunlight
and the cold hand of the shadows.
It has transcended the tree
and been heaved upon by the vines,
only to yet again become the disseminated bones.

Hollow, ghostly white bones
expend the soul,
and the mangled, hand like vines
reach for the sunlight
as they scale the giant tree,
escaping the shadows.

Left behind are the shadows,
and the exhausted bones,
as the tree
of life finds the blissful soul
within the chaste sunlight
and the aspiring vines.

But it was not the shadows that devoured the soul,
or broke the bones of the quiet, aching to reach the sunlight,
it was the tree of life, taunting us all with the growth of the vines.

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