A dense tree

The dream to have you in my arms 

Is shattered like broken glass. 

The more I try to collect pieces

The more I get sore.

A dense tree grows at the cost of another tree.

It only allows grass and weeds near it. 

The zoea and megalops eat their mom 

While residing inside her abdomen.

A mind full of regret and attachment is like a dense tree. 

It only allows negativity to grow. 

It resides inside us and eats us to grow itself. 


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