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May 2
Our names carved,
With a rusty penknife,
Into the bark of a random tree;
Just words on paper, really,
From me to you; and you to me.
‘I have an entire forest living inside me and you have carved your initials into every tree.’
- Pavana
annh
Written by
annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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