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Darkness
walks through summer night
Cool breeze didn't ease the tension
that a child could raise in a cross walk
We walked though it
like anything else in the life
Brushing pines drop pine cones as they ripen and dried
Ivory trees prickles as Christmas time or all season long
London plane trees whistle just like my home town on the other side of globe
There is another day tomorrow
do we
or actually still a steamy night awaiting
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