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Submitted:Dec 28, 2012 Reads: 8 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
All is sedentary
still as can be
like blood-red cherries
on a dying tree
None is worthy
nothing is free
so what small things
are protecting me
Grasp the memoir
taste of tea
hold it real tight, now
or it will flee
Time's a waste
clockwork spree
so what is it, dear
that you can't see
Autumn leaves
a palpable plea
old house, dark woods
misplaced key.
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