Willows

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The whisper of willow leaves,
Wind winding through the trees,
Can’t do a thing to ease
Thoughts like a million bees
Inside my head.

Nine hundred thousand
Are things that you said,
One hundred thousand more,
To make sure I bled
Again.

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