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May 2018
2 trees,
And between them,
A boy.

He peeks and his eyes are wide,
And wary,
And the light is
Suffocating and

If he only reaches,
The noonday rays
Will bathe his hand
With bright.
Written by
Aemr  F
   ---, Fawn and Mike Adam
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