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The swinging oak

Demolished apart
Slightly glanced and unnoticed to those familiar
Bloodshed unseen to those passed by,
Another tale, another despair wasted and useless
Fall against the swinging tree, and hang in the air for those few moments
Landing softly in a heap
Laughter against the blue skies





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