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Nov 2019
Upon that
willow tree
I find my
ancestors
carved in;
It was
tranquil,
Wind
interlocking
with strands
of my brown hair,
I whisper
nonsense,
hoping my
hellos
receive replies
from souls
long passed
I hate high school.
Anais
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Anais  18/F
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