The Oakridge Tragedy Of 1984
_Her fingers branch_
_Every which way,_
_Like the tree_
_She perches_
_So enchantingly in._
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_Her body lies_
_Like lightning;_
_As twisted as_
_The silk ribbons_
_Weaved into_
_Her onyx hair._
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**The headline that morning in Oakridge reads:**
**“Woman Brutally Murdered and Woven Into Tree”**
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