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Oct 2015
Just like the three witches,
"I enjoy meeting in the rain, wind, and snow".
Trees all naked and in deep sleep
a grey sky fading to black as space.
Everything bending backwards and forwards
ice cold and disappearing in a blizzard.
Soaking wet with skin like a lizard
slithering around in a mud hole filling with rain.
Written by
nivek
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