Sad Sap

I cut my bark to bleed the sap,

and pour it out into the stream.

I’m less a tree and more a tap.

I cut my bark and bleed the sap,

stuck in a self-fulfilling trap,

the scars run deeper than they seem.

I cut my bark to bleed the sap,

and pour it out into the stream.

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