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Jan 2015
i can hear your voice
   calling to me
through the wind lashed trees
the rustling leaves spreading comfort
   deep within my limbs
oh, these autumn nights
are the nights i miss you most
with the melancholic breezes
   tickling my senses
    reminding me of you
making me remember
                           us.
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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