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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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