The old tree grows.
Why can't I?
I take care of it:
fungus, robbers,
whispering softly.
Is that why?
Am I weary,
unforgiving,
cynical,
picky?
I was so
even then!
The monster
within? Didn't it
#crawl in then?
Hold, dream,
make love last,
surely I can!
Can't I?
#vss365
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