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Sep 2015
I went out to smoke.
I heard one lonely cricket.

In the Winter
Even he will perish.
And I will be alone.

The Amazon is calling.
A Winter trip
shaping up.

The Amazon
I've visited-
In Peru and
In Brazil,
There are
1000 voices
All the time

With no seasons
And no Winter
Arianna Darshani
Written by
Arianna Darshani  Minnesota
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