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The Old Oak
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The Old Oak

by Kinza Poetry ✓ · 17 Jun 2019

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The world went back to its business and so did I. A week later I saw her again, standing under the old oak tree with the same sadness in her eyes. This time I wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk to her, so I didn’t really walk up to her. She held her head high and kept staring at the barren tree.

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