Friends
Chop chop chop
I watch them cut her down everyday
They are vicious with sharp blades
And loud laughs
I watch as every blade gets deeper the sap pour out
Chop chop chop
They tear her down with her own blade
I listen until there is nothing to listen to anymore
They did it
She is down
They finally tore her down
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