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Natural


The tree clings to my skull,

Gradually shattering it.

The roots dig into my brain,

Forming a robust shell around it.

I am captured.

My thoughts stay in the invincible barrier,

For they are not strong enough to escape.

They are too mear to cause any damage.

As time fades,

Oblivion slowly slaughters them.

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