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You Are Poison To The Trees You are poison to the tree, but not really, you are not even food for it. Remember trees are much older than you. Also know that, you raze days instead of finding what makes it right. I feels so much like it is impossible, but when there is laid tracks, from where you land on. Or that there is no sure thing, you realize you are poison to the trees. Vote for this poem Contact Poet - Give Feedback.

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