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Don't tell me now
I can see it before me
They tell me "No man is an island",
A peninsula, maybe
It stands before me
This mountain, towering in it's silence
Snowcapped and alone,
At times, jagged like violence,
But sloping and fully graceful, nonetheless
Trees line the sides like
Thick green grass
Yet, only one single pine tree
Upon the mountain's pass
Which runs to the top
Like a malformed vertical trail
Battered...
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