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Sep 2020
She sat in the dew soaked grass
Running her fingers through pebbles and leaves
Droplets of water weighing down on her cheeks
As she sits and listens
The grasshoppers sing and the breeze whispers a song to her
That only she can understand.
Anna
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Anna  19/F
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