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Nov 2014
The leaves are golden

     And I am silver

The wind is a howl

     And I am a whisper

The river is frozen

     And I am a blister

The sun is rising

     And I am setting

The people are leaving

     And I am staying

The stars are twinkling

     And I am thinking

The night is alive

     *And I am ready to live again
This is just a nothing little piece. Ignore it, it's not here. Shhh, I said it's not  here. You didn't see it, read it, nothing.
Nothing because sometimes nothings are the best kept secrets.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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