They are familiar,
Your
Broken roots
Jigsaw branches
Fevered shade
Knowing all too well the risk,
Of seeking shelter in you
But when you are the closest
thing I call home
It is easy to mistake your
bark for a tender touch,
And your dying leaves for pillows
With all of the impermanence of
A hollow tree,
I hope you find some love for me.
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