You
have fallen from the branches to my feet
and
I almost crush you, little grub.
We
are two miserable entities
with
terrible fortune.
However
it is possible
that
it is only one.
It
will be.
I'll
take you back to the fleshy leaves,
where
is your home, your yearned shelter.
I'll stay standing.
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