My Oak
My Oak.
My oak is nothing but.
My oak is strong but fragile
My oak is fierce but frightened.
My oak is joyous but gloomy.
My oak is nothing but.
My oak.
My oak is here but miles away.
My oak is savage but gentle.
My oak is giving but not really.
My oak is nothing but.
My oak.
My oak is drifting but grounded.
My oak is letting go but not.
My oak is my mind but fading.
My oak is nothing but.
My oak.
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