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Mar 2013
It is in the air
It lingers and makes it all still
It brings in the grey
It comes, it's here to stay
It kills the breeze
It hangs from the trees
It's inside me
It grins as it looks at her
I keep it away with my plea
It still lingers, as it's hindered
I do what I can to try to make us free.
Devyn Batchelder
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