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Alien

Wind blows,

My hand strokes

The bark coating

The tree so pretty

So out of this world

Amazing to glance upon

Distinguishable

To grey Tarmac

Droning traffic.

Jolly leaves

Glowing green

Red contrasts

The sun burns.

A quest

Unvanquished

Shall be avenged

In White Waters.

So...Alien

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