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Broken Heart Tree

The corridors were filled with pain,
Misery fell like a cold, cold rain,
Upwards and outwards the tiles shot,
As the tree slowly grew through rot.

The leaves sprouted fed by rain,
The flowers formed from the pain,
And all that was left was the tree,
That broadcast to all the pain in me.

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RAINbow, and P6

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  • l0ve
    June 4
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    xD we entered the same contest! this was really good and good luck!