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Apr 2012
******* and twisted
In all of its mystics
The orange leaves sing me
An imaginary song
This is the place I am
Comfortable in.

The cold strips away
Everything on the trees
Leaving them dead and frozen
The wind contains malice
Meant to destruct the peace
Of Autumn.
Allison Hill
Written by
Allison Hill  Wichita, Kansas
(Wichita, Kansas)   
897
   ASB
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