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  • Reagan Smith
  • Mar 5, 2018
  • 1 min read

The trees wave at me

When I'm not looking, And the clouds open

When I can't see.

And the light flickers

The less I breathe.

I hear the footsteps

Of the leaves.

I feel my bones

Clench their teeth.

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