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by ghoststories
to the west i see the mountains the distance is exquisite and the air is beautifully crisp clean from behind the the sun i see your shadow piled high like autumn leaves coloured the same colour as your hair a gentle snow falls and i whisper in your ear girl i love you but we've got to keep moving on
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I believe you should get a deviantART. I don't think SitDiary would ever give you the recognition all your poetry deserves -- though perhaps, you do not want it found anyhow.