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i'm all bundled up,
but i feel like the cold naked trees with their leaves laying on the floor like our colorful memories in my camera roll.
and i bet i feel prickly to the touch, my bark crumbly and dry
My biggest branch fell off in the storm, amputated
there is nothing i can do to force life into my remaining limbs any faster.
so i will stand tall and sturdy, let the wind blow through me but not knock me down.
let the snow fall and build, sometimes so heavy it feels like it could break me.
it might weigh me down but i wont snap. i will stay strong as i wait for spring to bloom.
My heart is in the desert but I will not be a cactus
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