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Jan 2015
colors of green
upon strange dark shapes
reflect off a mood
moving me

sounds to ****
a hard working animal
not quite a lullaby
but still,
moving me

a scarf draped over
an old man's letterbox
old coins stuck
in the sidewalk

things I miss
but still look to see
don't mean a lot
yet all is
moving me
Written by
Chloé  New Zealand
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