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Nov 2014
the leaves
are changing and
my hands are bleeding
from trying to paint them
but i can't catch the beauty
and i think that's a living
metaphor for how much
i miss you.
willow martz
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willow martz  the tall pine out back.
(the tall pine out back.)   
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