Like they’re starving
Compared to other trees
Which of course they are
Having cut back to the bone
In the prisons of the sun
But if you take one in
And feed and water it
It will fill out again
Into something resembling a man
Or a neglected child recovering
The use of her limbs
These spines were always her leaves
But look she has kept
The original idea of the flower
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