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Jan 2011
It is the things we don't speak about
the lies we hide in silence
Petrified trees of ice like our
frozen souls
Truth comes bursting
with an orange glory
The veil of discontent
revealed in the sun
KMC@2011
Written by
Kathleen Myra Colby
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