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A tree that regrows
I'm practicing restraint
on some tendencies.
They shine too loud
sometimes.
And I would like to just
quell it
d
o
w
n.
Habits turned whimpers,
whispers;
existence soothingly redefined
but agonizing
in tandem.
An axe to tree bark -
count the rings from which
I will
regrow
over the withered -
may it remain a reminder
of what now I know.
