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what kind of tree

am i? you ask 

with a "save this tree"

sign in your hands 

i am marked with

a peculiar symbol 

x does not mark the 

spot. i do. 

your environmentally friendly 

snack crumbs sprinkle in front of me

as pixie dust

but i do not think even you

know who you are fighting 

on my behalf

so before 

the construction workers with 

hard hats and hard hearts and hard heads 

rip me apart 

i crumble inside of myself 

until i am a stack of sticks

until i am not a tree