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Aug 2013
you are all four seasons
you are the springtime rain
you are the july sun
you are the floating autumn leaves
you are the december snow

you are the deceptive storm cloud,
holding nothing but lightening
you are the lukewarm riptide,
pulling me farther and farther from safety
you are the rising moon,
stealing away my sun
you are the biting cold,
leaving me with nothing but myself
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   Jillian Brunk
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