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Nervda

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12.05.2006

Poetry 365: The Winter Me

A cold morning greets me;
the sky itself seems frozen.
The sun climbs out of the east sea.
Posted by Nervda at 12/05/2006 11:18:00 PM
Labels: poetry 365

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