Just graze its shade and your skin gently breaks out in goose bumps. The memories of heatwaves and floods that brushed by it once a year, the snowstorms that snapped and broke its arms - twisting them together, the tree wraps and binds them within itself. It wrings itself and every leaf spits out the greenest green groan. But for being toxic, the chicken is just as poisonous. Did it not live its whole life in prison? Crest and beak projecting like the teeth of a saw, Its neck narrowly sticking out between metal bars until the moment its head was neatly chopped off,
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