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Aug 2014
you're like the fog
that blinds my vision
the smokey obstacles
to my ambition

those forest-green eyes
that speaks a dozen tales
leaves no agony behind
and let none to sail

SNAP OF A TWIG

endless splinters
like an arrow dart
on countless fingers
that turned to ash

wilderness hut
clouded by your whispers
where i place my trust
or fall into a trap
jat
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jat  meadow of daisies
(meadow of daisies)   
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