Who Knew!

The tree knows how to cry

The tree tells me, weaping, to be happy

I grow like it and sprout foliage

In every once in a while I die

And I am bare naked in twigs and branches

Then I am logged

And the furniture you use

Is my love

And that is why you like furniture!

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