I am a Christmas Tree. (Never ever give up) I am a symbol, so without the specifics of the sap on the gritty, gripping fingers or the scraping rusty saw, or the dreaming of the pleasant brandy with cinnamon on the lips I am nothing.
One of my Irregular Writing Outlets. Each poem is written in under a minute. Like this one, except it's not really a poem, because it's missing an image.
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