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A broken tree bearing fruit Hidden beneath a crumbling home, Where a dead man sits in a rotted chair, Breathing in quiet gasps.
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
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A broken tree bearing fruit Hidden beneath a crumbling home, Where a dead man sits in a rotted chair, Breathing in quiet gasps.
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
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