I the Ivy
I’m like a vine of ivy
I need a tree to climb
I will grow so long and lithe
I’ll make that flora mine
The moment I reach the sky
feel O2 in my green
I will know my chosen tree
Was strangled in between
And
On I’ll build my fibers
Around The Husk of life
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