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Apr 2013
Autumn is a mistress who wears her luscious locks
of golden hair brushed softly against her siren lips.
Discreetly she comes, unannounced she goes.
She speaks not.  Yet,
A mere glare of her golden hues
and pouting of her flaming reds,
she saturates the color of my heart.
Autumn 2012
Wen
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