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Splintered
Hollowed out
Kicked and climbed
I’m scratched and peeled
Ageing with time
I’m worn and waiting.
My family tree grows apples
They have holes and slowly rot
The branches of this tree are snapping
The leaves are discoloured and breaking
The remains are natures for the taking.
Burned, planted,
Static and withering,
Waiting to die.
My deepest lake is overflowing
Its not as shallow as yours
My lake is full of things
That other people are dumping
The empty boats are slowly sinking
Its too late to mend them.
Beside a soiled ground
This is all a barren wasteland
Constructed on an unsuspecting Earth.
