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Mar 2015
It's slowly getting colder, our love does bump along,
Like an apple on a vine, we know there's something wrong.
But through our darkness, fruits will ripen, and the harvest will begin,
The beauty of all we've made this year, our glories and our sin.
I decided to express the seasons as love poems.
Daniel Thorne
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Daniel Thorne  21/M/Michigan
(21/M/Michigan)   
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