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He looked out the window at the frost laden ground and saw the spring's colorful delight, blooming and brazen, frozen in forever light. Dead to the stalk, petals as glass Sharp winds, you ghastly fools Think that you could snap at spring like that?

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kriszafer-alekzandor

Published: Apr 30, 2012
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