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04/03/18 at 10:45PM
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Poetry
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An East wind
Chills the night,
Laden with breaths of
Snow and frost.
The leaf's death rattle,
Tumbling through branches,
Mars the quiet.
The tree, with branches
Spread, stands barren
And alone,
As do I.
