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Oct 2021
My eyes, grey blue, have changed
And my vision, deep grey, has
Changed, much like the trees
On the mountainside have changed, much like the way the
Night fades into morning.  And
My mind has changed, has become a well tended garden.
And my tears, well they fall
As soft as the rain tonight, this
First day of October.
Andrew
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       Ciel Noir, Tabitha Lee, Enoch, Maria, Rainswood and 5 others
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