these thoughts are why i have no friends
Wednesday
alone and hiking
roots of the tree remind me of you
moss cover each branch one at a time.
critters crawl around and use the tree as shelter
rain drops the size of my brain splatter on the sidewalk.
this tree is older than my Mother and it's dead.
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