dead alive poetry
4.3.16
Tree of Sins (incomplete)
Tree of sins,
I've planted your seed
and now I wait,
tree of sins,
for your shadow
to embrace.
Tree of sins,
bear my fruit,
feed me my mistakes
and let me
digest
them,
oh tree of sins.
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