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Oct 2011
A good nights sleep awaits as I've been on a continious wake. Comfort of a warm place, a comfort of the bed. Wind creeping on the window, coming through the cracks, as i bury my head within the pillows, summer time has passed & fall has started, the time of autumn leaves falling from the tree's dearly departing. Going back onto the earth, for her to do as she please. The same wind that i look forward to is the same that spreads autumn the beautiful.
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ARMA
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