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[ravenrose]

I will be like unto a tree, a willow, bending.

Trembling in the cold of winter,

wrapped in chains of my own making.

They are bandages that hold me together

While you strip my bark to ease your pain.

Dig your knives in, your bitter steel

The edge you turned from someone else scoring my skin

The fire of your anger and hate.

I will smother it, bark scarring

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[evcelt]

I like.