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Winters breath chilling my skin as the sun sets low.
Blue, gray skies still in their dimly lit glow. Darkened fingers of web-ed like creatures reaching upwards. As if to try and stop the night from falling, upon their dried and crisp branches. Tis Christmas tides within this week, as a cold tear rolls down my cheek. Soon an end to another years past. With only her memories to forever last.
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memories are one of the greatest gifts one can receive
wishing you warmth in your soul as the year closes upon us
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Edited by
LAMom
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Wed 12/15/10 11:57 PM
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damn lappy top
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memories are one of the greatest gifts one can receive wishing you warmth in your soul as the year closes upon us
Fallen Angels to the ground,
knowing their everywhere all around. What love of a friend can truly be found. Thank you Dee....your very sweet..
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Fallen Angels to the ground,
