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May 2014
I feel hatred towards those
who grow up to be mountains and look down
on hills.
Not knowing that one day those hills
will grow trees, and these will not only
increase their height but now they will be able
to overlook on those mountains
Written by
martha molina  houston, texas
(houston, texas)   
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