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Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Wherein I get in touch with my thinking self

Far be it for me to be a hinderance
so set the blossoms lightly scatter
across the windswept truths of forgone summers

Let autumn draw near, of warm rosy hues,
Of faint fragrant quiet scents
Still, quiet
Entwining the steady rhythm of my heart
Posted by chuchups at 10:39 PM
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