Still me
Lips locked
Still shocked
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
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Leaves leave the trees in pieces
Seeds reave to leave and sow
Soon grown and matched in glory
Seems to be a pattern forming
Tangled branches twisted roots
Veins of age and chutes of youth
Vines entwined and life enshrined
The forest for the trees to view
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