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§ fallow ground

The tree of lies you grew,
just got taller and taller,
till its shadow towered so high over us
till we could no longer not know.

It was a rather impressive tree really,
lots of big shady leaves blocking out the light.
It was so impressive we couldn’t ignore it.

We chopped it down so we could see the sun again.

I’m sorry about your tree. You loved it, I’m sure.
And once, we loved you too.

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