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when old autumn leaves, wistful wisp brushes the skin through knitted sweaters, as cold inside as airplanes, ever circling the ground.
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
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when old autumn leaves, wistful wisp brushes the skin through knitted sweaters, as cold inside as airplanes, ever circling the ground.
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
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