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Uprooted

I used to be a solid oak
Now I am uprooted.

Torn from the ground
Against my will
Now I lie in shambles.

Branches that once reached toward the sky
Strewn against cold hard concrete
A gaping hole where I once lived
Now fills the home I once called mine.

Uprooted

I used to be a solid oak
Now I am uprooted.

Torn from the ground
Against my will
Now I lie in shambles.

Branches that once reached toward the sky
Strewn against cold hard concrete
A gaping hole where I once lived
Now fills the home I once called mine.

Rachel Tyrrel, 25

Seattle

 
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