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Trembling through the silicone vignette of your vision,
the roots remain breathless to offer retribution,
But you're here, I know you are
It's the Roots,
up in Wisconsin, and the one I left behind
What happened?
I saw a skewed branch on a frail tree,
when I stumbled, it could not breathe
To my profound surprise,
the fear i felt was mine
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