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Aug 2013
leaves are dying and the air is thinning and the atmosphere
is no longer conducive to hot, fiery things,
everything is dying (but not Hope)
Hope never really dies,
it sets like the sun,
flees to places where it's been dark for too long,
sleeps like the bears,
finds that maybe resting for a while would be more efficient.
Hope never dies.
goatgirl
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goatgirl  mountaintops, but in Hell
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