Brock Fletcher
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The ForrestA Poem by Brock FletcherPre-dawn my surroundings seem far away, in the dark. I hear the trees whisper the secret, stirred by the wind. The cold, dry air burns my lu.. |
Brock Fletcher
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The ForrestA Poem by Brock FletcherPre-dawn my surroundings seem far away, in the dark. I hear the trees whisper the secret, stirred by the wind. The cold, dry air burns my lu.. |
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