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Forgotten WordsAltered by the winds laced with a threnody tune, / life in the northern woods will never be the same without its bloom. / The deceased puppet master continues to pull the strings of the dehiscence heart,

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Jun 15, 2013

Me, Myself, and II am from the strangers, / from questions and wonders. / I am form the un-seen, lurking in the corner,

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Jun 19, 2013

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