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Apr 2013
Colorful leaves swirl through my thoughts,
I get carried away with them so often,
for the warmth of their hues remind me;
When the world is cold, nature remains warm,
and as the winds pick up and play with my hair,
I know I am not alone.
Written by
Heath Leonard  20/Agender/USA
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