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If trees were people
Then a tall, weathered oak Would be nothing other than
Your aver…

The dew
Covers the earth
A blanket
For the fresh grass.

The sun
Awake
From a long night’s sleep
Breaks through
The night’s dark barrier.

The birds
Chirping loudly
As if to wake
…

well i love someone.
i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even like me.
the classic teenage story.
a girl, desperately in love
and a boy
who has absolutely no idea.

this isnt written work. ju…