Leafes
There's been a murmur
of a murder in the scrub
the tree is bare
und der Baum ist kaal
the leaves, all the leaves,
everyone of them
has had their throat cut
revenge will come
smoking in the wind
there is no way out
from under the
corroborated tree.
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