It is incomplete, and it shall stay that way
Because it matters not to the vine
Whether the tree is dead or alive
It will use it as support
It will use it as guide,
Giving false comfort
Whispering soft lies
It´s only matter is the final goal,
The tree´s aware but won´t say no
Because the vine keeps a warm hold
And the tree is oh so tired
Of being alone
Taking away its nutrients
Taking away its light
The tree is dying
and nobody will cry,
But it wouldn´t have it
any other way,
For it is happy to have had the vine.
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