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Apr 2015
Decades aren't waiting
For our centuries to think.

--As she sings- violet
Zebra sticks,
Dinner; dancing
Kisses.

We lost secretly
To the severity
Of dreaming never-evers,

I'll deny them for her
Because I belong
With the wind she
Carries carefully in her hands.
L T Winter
Written by
L T Winter  M/United Kingdom
(M/United Kingdom)   
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   Cecil Miller
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