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Feb 2011
A cold chill
confronts
me
As I Stand
Staring
Out Past
my
minds
borders
far past
the confine's
of
my
daydreams
far
past
the giant
maple's
with
leaves
of
amber
of crimson
red
that dance within
the tune
of autumn winds

jSweptson
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