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Nov 2011
The warmth of a feathered wing
Is felt upon the roughest branch..
         I've forgotten about life around me.
A sleeping northern wind
Is released for restless eyes..
         I only want to feel something more.
A troubled thought
Follows a cotton mouth..
         I've been waiting here for you.
Monica Belle Brand
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Monica Belle Brand
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   M P Hill and Melissa Thorne
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