Topic: the early winter | |
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from shades to shreds
i walked for resolution of the self-proclaimed beauty of my mind inside,it hovered and hung like the fish (i never captured) in my string on the flooded farm. Mom said its early winters come home when you feel cold. I entered no respite zone in sympathy of the only i loved for my love knows no boundary and i'm boundless. From fields to fields i wandered for the prickly flower i saw in my nightmare as its early winters on the northern hemisphere. |
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Nice write, and welcome...
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thank you.
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Great imagery! Thank you.
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welcome...
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nice write
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nice write thank you. |
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In each thirst of wisdoms past,,,,we find our glass delightfully empty... Nice shades of fall days..
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nice write
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