Ivy Fingers

Ivy fingers
keep coming back to me.
In their gentle grasp
life felt whole.
Pieces held together
firmer in their place.
Twisting around my body
creeping into my soul.

Moments pass
but this grows and lasts.
Embedding roots
explore under the skin.
Additional strength,
embellished beauty.
To cut you down and run,
was my true sin.

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