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The Cause Of My Sorrows

You trouble me like the autumn wind.
Which leaf by leaf, Strips the tree's bare
Leaving only the possibility of a tomorrow
If memories were like the leaves
Blown away by an idle breeze
Then I could Dismiss you and your memory
and leave you to decay"

◄ Faith Vortex

poor little lambs ►

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