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Dolor

Sometimes pain grows a root
in the forest of the soul.
The branches of my nerves
are gnarled excrutiations,
greedy with their toll.
My heart is an endangered species
living in the painful tree.
With wicked black leaves,
that tremble with the hurts
of alternate eternities.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
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