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Elm
I fling my branches sky-wide
the light in my leaves is gone
dank sickness slides beneath soil
dark spores invade me
Frail leaves scatter and shatter
my bare boughs rattle like bones
fungus creeps, the poison seeps
moss-soft rot takes hold
Brittle brown branch tips bend down
beseeching ground: swallow me
my last cry to earth and sky
weeping tears of sap
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