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Tree twist your roots around me.
I want the sky to fall on top of me.
Back then you don’t think I don’t know.
When will the laughter die down?
Fields of poppies like world wars.
It shivers down my spine.
Pockets filled with burnt-out matchsticks.
The skylines on fire.
I’m catching my breath,
I’m letting my guard down,
My skin is as thick as the knocks that it takes,
You brush it aside it keeps reoccurring,
It’s haunting me.
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