LOOK BY REAGAN SMITH The trees wave at meWhen I’m not looking, And the clouds openWhen I can’t see.And the light flickersThe less I breathe.I hear the footstepsOf the leaves.I feel my bonesClench their teeth.
The trees wave at meWhen I’m not looking, And the clouds openWhen I can’t see.And the light flickersThe less I breathe.I hear the footstepsOf the leaves.I feel my bonesClench their teeth.
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