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Apr 24
Now
This

Beloved Now

Pulls Foot,
Tongue, and
Mind.

Holds True
And Mighty,
This Old Hand.

Stands Firm
Against The
Burning Winds,
Of Time. Watching
Embers Gust Past.

This Beloved Now
Greets Us but Once,
Treats Us like We
Are Forever Nuzzeld
Next, the ***** of
Eternity.
Written by
Sean Crewson
31
   Weeping willow
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