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blurb #1

You and I are like trees
We, look up at the sky
But are tied to the earth
We are dreamers
But our dreams make us hurt
 
Knowing what we want
But wanting what we do not know
Futile.
Like a child wishing to be warm whilst playing in the snow
 
Woe is we
The gods taunt our curiously meek souls
They give us the earth
So we can strive for the heavens.
 
We are like trees reaching for what is out of reach.

I decided to do a little series of "blurbs", poetry kind of helps me get my thoughts in order.

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