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Nov 2020
I am free falling into winter
summer echos
in my head
I cannot cling on
to sunny days
dusty evenings
romantic haze
I cannot prevent the chill
the hail crashing over the hill
I am free falling into winter
crying ice tears
against my will.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
53
   SiouxF
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