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Mar 2023
Death is like the wind

Unexpected, shocking every time
Cold to the bone, affecting every life
Quick as a flash or slow as a sigh
Brings tears to stinging eyes
Always there in the fall
Bound, in the end, to freeze us all
Written by
Aimée
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     Timothy and Weeping willow
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