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The deed tree

 
 
From angles to tangled limbs  
It speaks to me  
Silhouetted and souless  
Half buried rusted iron at its feet  
By clay muddied waters  
Pooling brown - gray  
Sometimes it's pointing  
Other times beckons the rain  
Always with a ragged face  
Deed tree, I understand  
It happened  
I'm sorry
Author's Note
For fear and loathing competition
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