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Trees

In the 8th year of the millennium era, the month of the visiting rains, the winds were unfolded by the sun, the morning betrayed the night to come too soon, this day was a plea from a day before, and James and Anne were still friends. Beside their friendship was tree that existed before metals choose to take the form of seats,
a book would now flip
its barren pages with words.
she called history.
Written by Ruddapoet
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