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Nov 2013
Some pray and some wish
A cold breathless whisper on their lips
Snow, please, snow
A simple hope
That the land will become frost bitten and white
Crispness, blanketing the land
They dream of such beauty
So when they wake to rain
The groans are endless
And their faith, ever so slightly, waning
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
(22/F/Purgatory)   
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