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Mysterious forest,
looking so safe and comforting,
showing its flourishing green canopy
and outer saplings.
Within,
gnarled, decaying trees
litter the ground.
In the midst
of these dying woods
stands a tree older than age
with dead, mangled branches
protruding
from every knot hole.
Still
in the upper most layer
green life springs forth
like the life support
of a dying man.
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