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Oct 2013
And the wind talks no longer whispers
as it moves about this town.
The trees lose their leaves for they can no longer stand the winds talking.
People scurry indoors they too can't stand the talking.
but yet there are some who are still around
as the wind becomes lisper
They don't mind the wind's talking.
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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