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Mar 2012
looking out,
grey branches grasp
at grey skies
and death sings
pleasantly amongst the
underbrush

looking up,
a breeze distracts
and pulls me towards a
newly cleared sky

looking back,
a green explosion
spread instantly across
the landscape,
the world now a painted
mess mere words are
hardly fit to
describe
Overwhelmed
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