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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Wooden. I feel That I am covered in acorns It is scary at times. And my feet are rooting deep in a track. The track leads nowhere. Once it would not have mattered. I would have felt wooden But spring always followed And I could scattered my thoughts innocently. I am no longer sure if this can... Sign in to see full entry.

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