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Sep 2018
Under the pines
I am a new man.
Smelling pine needles
above,
rubbing soil
between my toes,
counting pine cones
as they fall,
and feeling insects
crawl all over everything.ย ย 
I am not quite myselfย ย 
under the pines,
I am fully
alive.
Ms Langtree's Lament
Aaron Michael Brown
Written by
Aaron Michael Brown  21/M/Statesboro
(21/M/Statesboro)   
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