My roots dig deep. Thorn in mind, the cold divides; providing eyes the blind desire. Brown and green, the stems of leaves; igniting fire in the damp debris. The wood becomes my skin. The bark’s sharp, scratching from within. My roots dig, dependency is eating at me. My roots dig deep. Your home built from my body. Torn limb for limb, you’re safe and sound; I’m torn off and burned. Bathed in ash, embrace design. Will decays, baptized in mire. Scale and length, the structure fails. Count the rings. Sulfur weighs the air. Your home built from my body. Torn limb for limb, you’re safe and sound; I’m torn off and burned. My hardened core of solid ore. Stone of skin, you're safe and sound; I'm hollowed out and burned.
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