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Aug 2017
isn't it pretty?
please, don't answer that,
I don't want your answer.
Two teenagers, as love sick
as they come, sit under a ceiling of leaves.
While another, leaves for a moment
and notices the beauty
of a closed park, rusted swings,
and a moss covered forest.
And all she wanted
was to be the breeze.
O.K
these words are ones that are just pieced together, but enjoy.
Olivia A Keaton
Written by
Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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