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Dec 2012
As I sit I here the snow melting
the gutters from around the block
singing
the light mist
covers my glasses
and the smoke cloud follows
steps passing by
another day on fly
Talk to me nature
Soften my calased hands
and spit me into the future
pure bliss
fresh snow
a slow walk
on a short road
Jay Jimenez
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Jay Jimenez  33/M/Floating in space
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