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Jan 2013
Your golden face illuminates the shawdows that light casts.

Upon the broken bits of summer that have finally come to pass.

The Autumn leaves i welcome, as i will your immense soul.

I have found you don’t really live life when your too afraid of getting old.

With this i cry out β€œfarewell!”, and thus may never know,

Why it feels so peaceful to fall down so just let me go.
Jo Peta
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Jo Peta  los angeles
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