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Nov 2019
A sign reads follow me
Into the trees
We explore
Whipping past branches
Lungs sore
We zigzag

Feel the passing breeze
Mistakes and chances
They walk on all fours
Close to the ledge
Dry cough
We drag

Lost in the weeds
A voice announces
On the floor
Crutched and wheezing
Still alive
We flee
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   Imran Islam
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