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Jan 2016
The evolution, and when the bones come
Greying leaves no they become red fire and then ashes...
I saw the snow melt and then maybe rain in the plains again
I saw roses sprinkled with honey dew
Perspiration in the air, hot like a sauna and would love to live bare foot...
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