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Love does not grow on trees.

It grows inside us, and as we grow,

It does with us.



But if it did, would you hang there,

On a tree of hearts,

Red and shining?

So I could reach up and pick you,

Cut you into pieces:

not to destroy you,

but to consume you,

To make you a part of myself?



or perhaps into a pie,

so others could share you?



they might get something out of it.

I know I have.