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the words of a classroom of trees

* three teenagers are younging their lives on the crest of the hill highlights of orange spill down on their laughs the sunset with a trail of jet smoke over the clearing a Black man comes through a thicket with his baby gives the head tilt yeah bra seeing me see him here in the woods the darkness encloses just right I go towards the tangled arch not far away


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