Sapling

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Weeping trees
slung under boots,
the climbing king,
slowly sleeping,
cadaver.

Wrapping branch
around his skull,
angel of death,
muddied
proof.

Colored green,
slipping gray
under seasonally
cold, light buds.
Hesitate.
Stumbled.
Forest of truth.

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