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first frostFirst frost, / The bed grows cold / Without you.

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Mar 20, 2010

sunset silhouettesharp, the bare branches / inflicting a mortal wound / where they meet the sky,

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Feb 11, 2010

the old sod houseThe door is shaken awake by the lonely wind / Gently swinging to and fro, / Disturbing creatures still living within

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Feb 18, 2010

The ProdigalMy heart is yearning to follow the sun / Westward o'er a golden sea / Upon a raft made of my memories.

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Sep 3, 2010

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