

Tied to the VineMy leaf circles my home, This column, falling down. The vine splits its path, I'll see you on the ground.Tied to the Vine
Theres thorns in all of us. Crowns made from our past. We wear them without pride, Tied to the vine.
Our tangled mess of words, We spoke under the light, That should have helped us grow, Only made us fight.
And a week without water, Can make you burn alive. We block the others' way, As fire made by day.
Consuming all the homes, We decorate so well, Till we are left with ash, And everything is black.
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