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Little Trees

by gnihtogtn

Banks And the stale odor of Marlboro Golds Remind you of a slower time When you broke into abandoned barns and sang sermons to the rooftops Unaware of who might listen

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Published: Sep 24, 2016
LinesWords: 531

Notes: 62
Tags: #157

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