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Mar 2011
Extending up into the sky, they see all
      the trees wither
The green that sticks, leaches the life out of the Earth
      the moss that grows
The fog keeps all stillness, quiets all
      nothing is visible
All is still and *quiet
Rose Haven
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Rose Haven  F/Toronto
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