Poem -

Ridden Trees

Rest tee door leave dont adore
Broken sand knees
Forever sounds from the minus
Did she pour with me
Sit we
Lite from the tree ridden
You morning crowd hers forgot how too wake this up
Ok like how they ride bye
Burn taste
How many times so small from her room
Move stop soon grey clouds tickle the eye line
Doors off she heard me
How did it hit you
You can have a lil

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