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May 2014
Remember when our backyard was
 a jungle paradise?

The trees’ fruits would feed us alone.
We’d be like lost children,
 hiding up in the branches.

One with our mother nature.

But now we’re growing up,

and the trees are being cut down.

All those tender moments have become

tantalizing memories now.
l i z a
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l i z a  compton, ca
(compton, ca)   
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