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Tree


I see a world below

but nowhere to say hello

I am up in the tree

speak to me

For time is too slow

and I can't let you go

Let me hide in the sun's rays

because I know you can't stay

I won't climb down

until I know its safe

Don't tell me your gone

just let me be in one place

I stand here strong and still

waiting , listening,

for the kill 

Sitting all day in the tree

Is the only thing I can imagine as me

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