Triangular Trees
Not even sure if I'll keep this, just posting it to show off I'm still around...ish.
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Triangular Trees
In the lands of the red maps
Grows a crooked root, a tree
With twisted arms in triangles
Where the fruits were hanged
Until quite ripe for cider press.
But we can see it all from only half the view
We can break and bond upon semantics.
In this tainted land is a tainted house
Where the villagers tread leonine upon debris.
Only to end if he can make wine from apples.
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