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Oct 2016
My souls' stuck in a tree
Withering away with the leaves
Only the branches remain
Showing how cruel and harsh I can be

How lifeless am I?
How...-
How can I be filled with so much death?

That no birds or insects or bees
Wants to build a nest
In my cold branches
With no leaves...

A dead tree...that's all I am.
Written by
Isra Ahmed
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