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Aug 2020
peering into the trees
spreading the branches
fingertips tinged green
from the moss and the leaves
higher and higher I climb
sitting amongst the birds
the air is colder up here
are you there?

buried alive now
winding deeper to the core
down down down
lost I might never find the surface
I might never have to
you don’t consider the heat
when you reach the centre of everything
will I ever reach you?
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daffodil  25/F
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   Sushant
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