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Sep 2014
Relaxation of your muscles
Many Jumbled thoughts
Caught by your skulls
Concentration.

A leaf falls, calls to the tree
A sad scream of sorrow
A dream of tomorrow

I am but a wilting flower
A tree thats needs its rest
How glad a boy like me could be to revive instead of die, as foliage powered by the sky.
Black
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