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Walking through winter with an orange in my pocket Impaled with a gasp By the whitest of mornings I have fully left midnight Velveteen and drunken Tangled all in the branches behind Gone away and I am glad This is not cowardice Creeping like death in the cold It is a wind-stung Cautiousness Natural when so brand new
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Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 7:44 PM UTC
In The New Year (attempt 1)
Walking through winter with an orange in my pocket Impaled with a gasp By the whitest of mornings I have fully left midnight Velveteen and drunken Tangled all in the branches behind Gone away and I am glad This is not cowardice Creeping like death in the cold It is a wind-stung Cautiousness Natural when so brand new
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isabel-morgan
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 7:44 PM UTC
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