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nothing. haunts
field of black pansies
morning dew gathers
slips, one drips
cresending windchime soundless
amid silent taciturn
heard
descry
when there's nothing to fear
knowing.
nothing. haunts
morning dew gathers
slips, one drips
cresending windchime soundless
amid silent taciturn
heard
descry
when there's nothing to fear
knowing.
nothing. haunts
Published 2nd Aug 2012
| Edited 4th Aug 2012
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- Edited 15th May 2018 7:46pm
2nd Aug 2012 9:18pm
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- Edited 16th May 2018 7:35pm
2nd Aug 2012 10:29pm
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