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Aug 16, 2015, 10:28 PM

She, The Willow 

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River's almost still
Me, in its embrace
Floating  like a leaf
Beneath the weeping willow
Hanging down my chest
Weary, seeking rest,
Hair is spilling softly
Eyes are closing slowly
With a smile

 

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