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A tree that daydreams about love
is a weeping willow
Sometimes I don’t like the sound
of the wind rustling through my leaves

I can save you if you fall
Like a dreamcatcher
I’ll hold onto all your worst

Hang me up
High on the wall
An appropriated decoration
You can’t see anymore

Did he ever see me?
I mean He
Not God but the all-encompassing He
I can’t see him from way up here, anyway

I’m not sure what that really means
To be seen
I’d like to come down from this pedestal now

I’m afraid of heights

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