SumnerzAngel- Alteration

All love I keep inside my hollow trunk.
Longer extended beyond its reaching,
These branches deny a human in harm;
Each spirit I softly snap, dry, away.
Real is the façade, shooting like leaves, done-
And, glee-filled, I keep missing my true thoughts:
This very soul has been enamoured rock.
I can remove the outer marks of shame-
Oh, I rebuke saying I care at hand-
Nearly to expect my relics to morph.

The End

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