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[shaddiewolf]

Soul of my soul, escape from my breadth
I reach for the skeletons that summer leaves left
If all life was naught but empty trees
Then you made my life complete, it seems

Root of my root, split at the base
A familiar oak with branch spread and laced
A stark naked shadow against pale white
As memories echo aloft and alight

The greatest pines may come and go
But you've brought me forest-fulls of woe
And pine I do, as I pine for you
In this endless wood that we've both construed