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Dec 2012
A fruitful summer night reveals the thoughts of the mother
Fire a light, illuminating in the dusk, awaiting the smother
A sweeping, swaying, twirling breath rips through the gloom
Tearing apart the luscious flowerets which in the sun bloom
Archetypes Anonymous
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   Meeks
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