Tree sap


I poor it on my pancakes in the morning

i write on it everyday

it dies it dies

i want to to have privacy

so I close my door

i want to eat in peace

so I eat at a red oak table 

it dies it dies 

and I will die when I have no air to breath

we die we die

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