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Apr 2016
sadness, sadness, sadness
as I sit outside I hear the wind blowing
I see the gray sky and bare trees
the wind blowing its frozen wrath upon my tear stained face
and as I look at the gray sky and the bare trees
I feel sadness and some relief
nycteris
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nycteris  20/F/United States
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