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I see black trees and vines Tiny pictures of light poke through The light is grey with a pinkish tinge A breeze moves through and touches the wind chimes My mind is calm.
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
A perfect evening
I see black trees and vines Tiny pictures of light poke through The light is grey with a pinkish tinge A breeze moves through and touches the wind chimes My mind is calm.
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
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