In a dream I saw myself
High in the branches of a
Cherry blossom tree
I read a book
My mother's book, I was so Young, unjaded; free
I said be
Ware, those thin branches are stronger than they look
They'll break your bones, even as they
Break beneath you
And at this tree's base
You'll lie bleeding
Defeated
These beautiful blossoms have
Tasted others' blood
After all,
This is why they are this particular shade
Of pink.
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