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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
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