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when autumn laid her first frost down she did it early in the mornings fields of newsprint breaking stories i could warm two pale hands right there right where the wires cross how nice i could still know who was the wall and who was the ivy
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
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when autumn laid her first frost down she did it early in the mornings fields of newsprint breaking stories i could warm two pale hands right there right where the wires cross how nice i could still know who was the wall and who was the ivy
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
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