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I'm dying And it seems I've always been My branches so fragile most of each year My roots disconnected My bark shrivelled and scarred Dark shadows instead of eyes Leaves broken and as sharp as thin glass Yes, the worms in me know Of my longing for the sea below Of my struggle with these rocks that keep me Chained to this cliff alone Dying I watch the rising sun I simply stare By now depleted and dried And the ocean's grip Feels closer than it's even been before Its wilderness tempting I’m eager and waiting For vultures to tear me apart For ravens to carry my still beating heart Into the black waters of fall