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Feb 2020
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The sun is now behind trees
and the trees hide behind the powerlines.

My tree, small as it might be still blooms each spring.
I have only ghost who listen to my shoulder pain,
men dont cry but purchase graves.
T daniels
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T daniels  28/M/hudson nh
(28/M/hudson nh)   
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