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Nov 2017
Wind bourn hail
slices a frigid curtain

nothing moves outside
except the bending of the willows

I wonder what shelter
the birds find

soon there will be casualties
washed up on the tides.
Written by
nivek
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       Mack, ---, ---, --- and Jayantee Khare
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