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A chill down my spine Breath hangs in the air Frost on the window Winter is near The last leaf falls Grass turns to brown Me and my shadow Forlorn and worn out November comes Again every year Once more alone Hollow and vacant.
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
Eleventh Month
A chill down my spine Breath hangs in the air Frost on the window Winter is near The last leaf falls Grass turns to brown Me and my shadow Forlorn and worn out November comes Again every year Once more alone Hollow and vacant.
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
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