Drzewa

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To stay, for fear of what
demons lay in the darkness
of my own aloneness

is like trees refusing to
let go their leaves for fear
of their own bareness

and what it feels like. If a
season could but rid me of my
pairing as it does for trees

then my cowardice would
forever go unnoticed to all
but the seasons…

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