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Oct 2017
cold breezes
brush and crush
these colored, withered
leaves.
winds gust
against these dying
trees.
shaking
and breaking,
new change,
letting go.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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