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I sit next to a tree
Feeling the warmth of the sun
As it slowly goes down
Waiting for the moon to come up
I feel the coldness rushing to my heart
As if I was to sleep with death by my side.

I stand up but loose my balance
I put my back towards the tree
I start to breath heavier and deeper
Its hard for me to breath
When the moon disappears a boy reappears
And before I knew he was naked
With something wrong inside me.