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Wondering if I could dance with the branches

Despite wanting death

I can still grieve it

Mourn it

Wallow in sadness

Lick my boots

Dream of pastels to come

Yet willingly bleed in the darkness

Staring at the branches being pushed around

Wondering if I could dance with them

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