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Apr 2015
June 2013
I see
The clouds
Clean and free of color
Blackening

I hear
The leaves
They speak of seams
Pulling

I don't know what to
think
But dream of love
Growing
Written by
alex waddell  Oxford, MS
(Oxford, MS)   
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   Cecil Miller
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