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Mar 2017
Windblown trees,
without their leaves...

Like a skelaton,
dangling in the wind...

One will see life,
as one will see death...

As the sun hits the air,
leaves appear out of nowhere...

Yet the bones,
will only turn to dust...

A tree of life,
yet death hangs close...
DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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   Kelly Rose and PoetryJournal
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