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Jul 2013
A bruised sky turning black and revealing stars
like a burlesque dancer would her garter
Is above me.
The wind whispers, oh how I love it
the sweet sorrow of knowing that this feeling will not last
even an hour
the darkness and
the cold will drive me in
but I know this will come again
and you
are
invited.
Anndersen Fremin
Written by
Anndersen Fremin  USA
(USA)   
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   Syddy Raye and Miranda Renea
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