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Yellows to golds
And all the shades of brown
Whithering and dried
Dead or Dying
Empty and lonily
Finding solice in solitude
Singled
Then duplic..
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Glistening autumn leaves
Like stars among twilight
The sun low and tired
Slumped from the weight of a hard days work
The golden hills waiting
Wa..
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a poem about a poor girl just trying to latch on to something.
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What more
Could I possibly want
Than you
A night with you
And more
But that alone
Would be enough
If we were free
For that night with ..
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