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Wind cascades strongly
I grab hold of a tree branch
As my body flies
About the Creator
Hold You
Winter Afternoon Your Warmth is All I'm Feeling To Hold You is Good
By John Scipioabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Babbling Dixie
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 days ago in Fiction
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