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ritesh deo

Abstract

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ritesh deo

Abstract

Tree

Tree

1 min
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These trees sit here 

all green and bent,

like there is nowhere else 

the sun could shine.


Perhaps I am built 

by the very same virtue.


I'm sitting here cornered

all blue and bent,

like there's nowhere else 

the sun is not shining,


except till I realise

I can never really break.



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