The Island Alien


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04/08/2014

You are a tree

The branches of which,

Entangle themselves in my veins

The roots of which, are grounded within my heart

The leaves of which, find themselves occupied in my hair and eyes and hands

The sturdy trunk of which, I find balance on the days your branches hold too tightly, your roots spear too deeply, and your leaves become too plentiful