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Mar 3
do they know of the uproar,
the unrest,
the tirelessly shifting waves
of wind against the window?
So harsh, all through the day,
but it is a severity I can feel safe by,
watching the gusts and hearing the voices
while, in this alcove, everything is still.
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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