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Stolen from our home, we forgot our tropical heat.

We thought we were so love thick rooted.

They carved their hearts on our pierced barks, and we denied the pain.

They firmly hugged us down, and we were transformed.

We were made of breakable oak instead of bendable palm.

One loud, windy day, we flew away and became a burden to lift and chip away.

Now, looking up at greater trees, they twist ankles forgetting and stepping into the hole of ghost us.

 

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