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Jul 2018
There is a circle in the trees
Whilst I listen to music summoned. By
Nature
Accompanied by the wide open doors,
Letting the cool summer evening air
Embrace the malnourished insides of my
Home.
Soaring harmonies from Ms Welch
Provides the perfect mood for
Two moths to court each other
And seeing this it seems like the sky
Will never turn black. Stay the
Transcendent navy blue I
Grew up with
Ten years down the line I’ve never failed
In really loving this never ending
art.
Callum Foulds
Written by
Callum Foulds  19/Non-binary/Northamptonshire
(19/Non-binary/Northamptonshire)   
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