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Tall trees packed so dense Lined up almost in an orderly fashion Patches of soft moss made pillows Like that's been home all along A young girl shamelessly smiles She went on a walk and has not returned The blue skies miss her But clouds still nonchalantly float Friends that look like strangers Faces of false hopes Moaning and groaning loudly for help With stretched arms reaching out A once chambered breath finally flows To gracefully dance around Fruity pink sunrises An old man frantically sends a search helicopter.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
Awakening
Tall trees packed so dense Lined up almost in an orderly fashion Patches of soft moss made pillows Like that's been home all along A young girl shamelessly smiles She went on a walk and has not returned The blue skies miss her But clouds still nonchalantly float Friends that look like strangers Faces of false hopes Moaning and groaning loudly for help With stretched arms reaching out A once chambered breath finally flows To gracefully dance around Fruity pink sunrises An old man frantically sends a search helicopter.
kayleen-amato
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
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