Pine Trees

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Pine trees.
The smell radiates,
poking at me with its daggers.
"Let go." they hiss.
Gentle eyes fall upon me.
Blue waves crash down.
I can't breathe.
Suffocation sets in,
The slow loss of life.
Smooth hands reach out,
Pine seeps into my skin.
I lose myself.
The platform that's supported me for so long.
It's turned into a nothingness.
Where am I?
Where are you?
When did this go so wrong?
A creak.
You're next to me.
My pockets are soaked with sweat.
My limbs are white.
Arms around me.
I fall into the pine trees.
No, No, No.
I don't need to be here.
I don't want to be here.
Compliments, Concerns, Congratulations.
You're black and white.
Night and day surround me.
It's too much to take.
I'm swinging in a hammock.
That's hung in these pine trees.





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