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In Spring
In the spring, when everything began to grow, we sat in a field of green and yellow spinning dreams about the future. Yours was set in stone, and I was there Mine was outer space and I was waving at you far below, a thousand miles away. In the spring, when everything began to grow,…
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Spring
If the fear doesn’t get me the winter will, freeze me out of myself until I crack and drown below the surface Each turn of the page pulls me closer A spiral drawn in shades of black and grey So for now I’ll sit and watch the rain, watch the world come back to green…
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April Fox 