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Friday, August 17, 2012

Rainsom

The rain falls slowly
To reach my feet
Upon the empty soles I feel
All but the concrete

The grey sky glows ahead
To cast the sun rays grey
The sun behind old winter
Falls cold and dead today

I let the Frost do kiss my face
As I Lie in a Wandering State



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