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Nov 2013
Winter..
it is the season of white
it is the season of death
                                                                             everything is as cold
                                                                              as I am          
                                                                               in a way I am warm...      
it's when I can cut
and no one will notice
because everyone has long sleeves
Natalka
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Natalka  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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   Dianna and Emily Tyler
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