She climbed the poison tree with care,
Its bark a warning, dark and rare.
With every step, the whispers grew,
Yet onward, up, she bravely flew.
The branches twisted, thorny, grim,
Their shadows casting doubts within.
But she, undaunted, scaled the height,
Her heart a beacon in the night.
The leaves, they shimmered, toxic green,
A beauty fierce, both felt and seen.
Their veins like...
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