Every minute another cut, another gash
splinters flying through the air
pulp gathering in piles on the floor
Once thick skin now cracked and peeling patience wearing thin
it only take one well placed blow to shred what's left,
cracking joints aching echoes to the bone as I sway swinging crashing to the ground
Did you hear it? Will you come to count my rings and gawk at my exposed roots?
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There's definitely more here. I think this is a new friend to revisit and get to know.
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