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trees are burnt. simplicity, torched--
blackened, arid, seared, scorched.
lonely ash
without playmates palm to palm.
it’s sadly decrepit and
i’m decrepit;
without you where you were.
others are sure you’re past
the stratosphere by now but
i am not convinced.
trees miss you, so
i burned them
i burned them
i burned them
in a lit tribute
to your absence. i can see
your smile. it
burns me.



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