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Jul 2017
I found a tree
A home of bee

On that late night
With my poor kite

I jumped the wall
Escaped the hall

Call and scream
I die in dream

Some passing saint
Just like I paint

Disappeared and gone
And left me alone

I sit beside
Can't even hide

I fear the night
I never fear the night

Stars are light
Where is my kite ?
Alexander Supertramp
Written by
Alexander Supertramp  18/M
(18/M)   
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   Chidera Abaratu
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