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Apr 2013
The dream ended slowly but of course inevitably like an autumn leaf drifting to the soil.  
Not a spirit was disturbed or disordered like waves in a pond but the memories pile on,
one on top of the other, weighing down my heavy heart.
Sweet bliss I have only begun to know thee.
Dejectedjew
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Dejectedjew  Florida
(Florida)   
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