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Paper Tree

Date Written: September 11, 2017
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PAPER TREE

 

I am that paper tree

I am the paper tree

That burns once the sun rises.

 

My leaves fall

Turning into charcoal

 

I can not feel the light

Without Pain.

 

The dark shelters me and smothers the truth.

 

Which kills me in small fragments

 

Bit by Bit

 

A slow death by the hands of Fear & Denial.

2 comments on “Paper Tree”

  1. 1historian     October 9, 2017

    I love this…cannot explain why…but I do.

    1. Claire Bialek     October 10, 2017

      Thank you

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