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Oct 2015
As I’m walking now, there’s a whispered breeze,
Unwinding the glorious colours of spring,
Though you wouldn’t know, just from walking
Under rippling seas of golden leaves,
More shades will keep on falling,
N**ever knowing the beauty in death they bring
For a competition at school, I hate acrostics but oh well
Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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