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Morning Sunlight keens like a mother cries for her dying child & leaves abandon their trees while fall presumes winter will glower like black ice hard from preceding months, where the promise of spring seems unattainable.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
A poem for the depressed
Morning Sunlight keens like a mother cries for her dying child & leaves abandon their trees while fall presumes winter will glower like black ice hard from preceding months, where the promise of spring seems unattainable.
doug-potter
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
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