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i can't compete

i watch in pain as
your trunk endures
an occasional tumble,
an array of bittersweet
golden leaves
scattering the dirt.

i shed tears for you,
for hours on end,
but you reach out
with your boughs
and touch the sky
with your twigs.

i am your caregiver,
nutrients and roots,
you need me to breathe.
yet i will never compete
to the girl
you call your sun.

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