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Saturday, September 24, 2005
Change
The falling leaves tell tales
of the summer gone by,
and the winter to come.
Autumn has grown old,
its bones chilled,
and hair turned white,
as the aged wind
carries her remains
across the sea,
to yet another
autumn.
i never knew.
until the day it all came crashing down.
without mercy
for my
....................poor,
...........................broken
......................................heart.
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