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Rope

Sunlight scorch my roots
Speed my decent
These branches brittle...bent
No bird dare roost
Rain drowned all hope
Sweep away concern
I've nothing left to learn
I'd rather be rope
It is meant to tie and hold
Created to bind
Never unkind
Easily bought
Rarely sold
Every single thread
Within a tight weave
Of another who cannot leave
Then alone in my head
Written by jessicasavage
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