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Apr 2018
I thought autumn was my time
turns out the icy winter
freezes time, and me,
and plucks the worst leaves
from my grasp
they die,
but I rise in the cold
well before the spring
01/07/18
Abigail Hobbs
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Abigail Hobbs  22/F/Washington
(22/F/Washington)   
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