I see someone from time to time,

Thriving to be substantially fine;

Previously vivacious and evergreen,

Until the unpredictables were seen.

She sits alone on a mediocre bench,

Still, consumed by unknowables,

Unbothered by the world around

Like she's laying in a deserted trench.

There are healing cuts on her hand,

There are unhealed cuts on the tree,

They sta...

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