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Apr 2015
Straying leaves upon the trees,
the lightning thundering free.

The light escaped the shuddering shadows,
as the only thing that matters is the soft patter.

Fleeing free, as swift as light.
The shadows seem to gleam throughout the night.
I was bored.
Snowflake
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