Gabriel Fallen
Joined: 29 Jun 2006
Posts: 111
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Autumn
Peaceful
Cornfield drifting
Sunlight in your eye, boi
Beautiful smell
Late crop
Fresh grass
Golden wheat
New on ground
Trees sprout out of
Scarred roots
Thoughts floating
Mind Catching
Scattered like
Old Dew
Held fast by cold
Lonely in this
Openness
Vast in glory
Numb in the
Silent graze
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