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Feb 2013
Vague steps on an
Unfamiliar path,
Sweeping the vulnerable
With the winter winds.
I have not known
Spring to ever meet fall,
Love to ever meet war,
Or the sun the ever meet the moon.
Crys in the midnight gore of
Passion,
You and I met.
Laughter in the late night
coyness,
You and I loved.
Regret in the early morning
Hate,
You and I parted.
I have not known
Summer to ever meet winter,
Hate to ever meet peace,
Or the moon to ever meet the sun.
Vague steps on an
Unfamiliar path,
Sweeping the vulnerable
With the winter winds.
GL
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