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Dec 2020
The cold greets me as I talk to the dawn
Autumn
No Winter
Summer is gone

I stop to greet the sky seldom seen
Fallen
Hiding
Shadows on the green

Cold Spring does not support or try to hide hope
Prayers
Or wishes
Cherish or cope

My year lies in shapes pleasure and art
Crying
Laughing
Seasons break my heart
j a connor
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j a connor
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