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The Winter Blossomer's Canvas
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wind
I never wanted to run against it...
This was how life worked.
You live until you die.
And the wind?
Always at the backs of the blessed.
But for me... none.
1 comments:
Ruefle
said...
another one of my favorites. the prick one was kind of boring, but i love the wind poem! :]
February 12, 2009 at 5:26 PM
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Empty
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1 comments:
another one of my favorites. the prick one was kind of boring, but i love the wind poem! :]
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