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|Thu, 11-08-2012 - 4:35pm|
Autumn and its wet cold has my mind in respect.
I must face once again winter without you honey.
Where are you ? Who can read about your only poems.
From one place to another, your missing is injuring
The skies, seas and lands...
Answer back please ! Be rude at me ! Let me read once again your lovely words.