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Oct 2014
Halloween tricks our souls
into a wave of sorrow that escapes each christmas carol about to be sung.

A cold weather combined with
depression calming the air, hopes and wishes, waiting to be fulfilled

I know I'll find my happiness
when the trees blossom and the birds gossip often, for then my body is heated with the sunshine
I'll be able to feel again.
A-S
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