burning firs

      trouble maker, trouble maker,
                 you walk the finest line
  whispers in the dark, coming to light
                            and the tallest tree is always the first to fall
     
         but a forest survives the winter,
               while the loner exudes arrogance and withers
                                 frustrated in the ways of the world
                       but there is no lie when we say
   fire burns needles
                               and you are in a matchstick bed.

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