March 28, 2011
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As spring fills the air,
then comes the absent stare,
winter sounds to fall apart,
living with cold, empty hearts.

Humming briskly in the breeze,
soft gusts of wind left unseized,
upon a day when pushed to your knees,
no complaints, no begging please.

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