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Sep 2017
My bed is beautiful and kind
Most things are kind
They want to be kind

The trees don't chose specifics to whom they give their oxygen

The trees are kind and I love them

I understand how at a time people would pray to these trees

That might not have been the worst of times

I wonder if I would have been one of them

I wish to be taken to the time in which my human mind and soul would be less confused

Where the dimensions match up

Because I love everything here and I just don't know how to know that all the time
Allison Marlow
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