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Dec 2013
The sun quickly goes hazy,
Leaving silhouettes of naivete

All the melodies that stirred the tree's being,
Never left its veins; still creeping

Summer whispers stories to the other parts of the dozen,
Dauntless tales beginning to finally ripen

One has savored the flame from the lips of a lad,
While the other, on one's own, the mountains of the land



The dove witnessed all of these,
and is now demeaned of herself
For she only thirsted for a burgeon of love,
however, devoured the liquid of despair
Clowie G
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Clowie G
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   Kruti Joshi and ---
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