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Dec 2013
The sun kissed me
and I felt warmth rush to my face
and wondered how it could be so smooth.
The wind held my hand and walked with me
through forests of new creatures and new times
gifting me with questions to be unanswered.
The moon let my hand fall, looking at me
piercing my eyes and leaving with
a small "goodnight".
Lauren Krum
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Lauren Krum
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