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Nov 2010
Walking along this beaten path
All the fallen leaves resemble a wet tongue of
Oranges red browns
And in the crisp air a bird chirps with recognition
All of his friends flew away for the winter
He makes the best of it
The sun is shining with a cold pink behind the trees
It's falling
My breath is all cloudy and mist
The day is dying but that's alright
It'll come back tomorrow
Like my own personal Jesus Christ
The tale of my life
The ink writing that story
Is its own miracle
I write the next chapter
Like turning water into wine
Will Storck
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