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Jan 2021
Left in marshes,
or under rocks.
The rejected nature,
is still a part of us.

In honey bees are made,
and flies are caught.
Bugs crawl through the branches,
and are snapped by frogs.

The green of moss
shows the life of earth.
And the beetle red
is nature's birth.
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)   
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     erica lynn and ---
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