I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them.
Monday, November 27, 2017
a tree was born to grow old & strong,
to become the beginning of a tragedy
that ends as stacks of colorless paper,
staked through the heart and pinned to cubical walls,
office numbers printed on its multitude of lifeless faces
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