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The Weeping Willow

Red tears trickle down like sweat,
Down his twisted trunk while he wept.

With broken limbs and a broken heart,
With endless grief and anger with nowhere to start.

Blackened leaves and blackened thoughts,
His trunk hollowed with rot.

Nowhere to look but at his moon,
'Til the sun comes at noon.

AubreyMo

@AubreyMo

I...er...like to write and read (obviously). I mean, that's why I kinda got this app. Guess I want to be a novelist or something. Writing is the only way people will actually listen to me. I hope you like my...uh...talent?

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