Inasmuch by F White

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Jan 2014

Inasmuch

I am the Autumn wind
blowing its way through...
Harsher than a broken
spring.
Tougher than the tightest trap.
And even yet, Zephyr,
I still feel I've
failed
you.

Written by

F White

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