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Nov 2015
often i've wondered
if pretty children
will wake up
under the sighs
of the weeping willow
and lay in marvel
under Her ancient beauty

or if they simply call it
by the name (tree)
and see it
by the sight
of green
or a tragic white
11/16/15
it's been too long
andrea
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andrea  21/F/Chicago
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