Maple trees
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What I learnt in my 18th year...A Story by Maple treesA composition of everything I discovered while being 18. |
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Who have you become?A Poem by Maple treesThe iced slick streets Lit by the warm orange lights of the street lamps Easy happiness Simple happiness Not an aid for the sadness As.. |
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The Truth Behind UsA Poem by Maple treesBut you're not like the others.Your words do not run through my mindin the small hours of the nightand it is not your face I seewhen I read poemsabou.. |
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It Looked A lot Like LoveA Poem by Maple treesThe sleepless nights, the kisses,the intertwined fingers that said things our mouths couldn’t.We don’t know much about anything, especia.. |
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