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Three holly trees stand clumped together
just outside my bedroom window.
His strong trunk stands tall with branches
reaching outward to she who is furthest away.
Her foliage green and red berries full,
intertwined with him as though being one.
Yet, there is is another who stands between them
almost barren with crooked withering arms,
reaching out to cold empty aloneness,
neither knowing or even comprehending
that embracing limbs have reached out to he
who slowly turns away toward the warmth
of a strange new light before the darkness falls.
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copyright, 12/04/98
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