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The neighborhood kids, always, avoid that tree.
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Tyla

Willow tree

The neighborhood kids always, avoid that tree 

Tommy Bruns was the kid who feared nothing, he chewed tobacco and he got his first sticker tattoo at the age of five, he could recite all the swear words in alphabetical order, he wore his hair in Mohawk died with green tips, he rode his bicycle on Mr. Davidson grass , he stole candy from the candy store on Vienna blvd , needless to say Tommy was Bad A , he didn't follow the rules he made his own rules. all the little kids that lived on Main Street followed him. Kids grew up, people moved away, houses were torn down,  buildings were erected, prosperity and riches filled the main street, but the thing that never changed was the tree it stands in between alley grow bigger, the neighborhood kids were taught to never touch that tree. Tommy saw no point in following a dumb rule about a tree, what was wrong with this tree the leaves looked like velvet  a soft emerald color coated the leaves, the bark was different it was a bloody brown it had imprints of little hands maybe hands of a baby but the tree was simply beautiful , how dangerous could such a beautiful tree be on it adorned the leaves 

fresh pulpy fruit it was alluring and produced an intoxicating scent, Tommy reached up to caress the fruit in his hand , his mouth dripped with saliva , but suddenly his face went white, his eyes went dark, his mouth slurred his words, the tree talks help

 the tree is choking me  -I can't breathe, the tree became blackened with leopard spots and Tommy died . The neighborhood kids backed away from the tree and left Tommy there. What was it that the tree told Tommy, The winds whispered the story of Tommy, the tree held his soul, the neighborhood kids come every Sunday and leave flowers by the tree and pay Tommy favorite song Don't Panic by cold play 

and the kids clasp their hands together and sway to 

Bones sinking like stones

All that we've fought for

Homes, places we've grown

All of us are done for

We live in a beautiful world

Yeah we do

Yeah we do

We live in a beautiful world

Tommy died as result of his desire to please the crowd, that worshiped him on a throne of fear, Tommy just wanted to be adorned , for he fell in love with the tree disposition comforting and alluring  and hauntingly beautiful 

for Tommy was the tree that no one dared touched 

because he was always told he was unlovable 

written off 

by society 

here lies tommy and the tree 

that dared to touch him