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Not in reality
do I walk through this forrest
not in reality
do I hear these birds
or drink this cold water
of the morning leaves
I look up
and see the green sunlight
breaking through the concrete
finding me
in my little box
I wait here
patiently
until it takes me home
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 7:12 pm
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