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Dusty wounds
What would you think
Of a lazy 'breeze'
One that bearly moves the
Leaves
Mild chilling echos
It once stired
The snows of winters
Failed warmth
In the faintest moments of love
Dust is filling my wounds
poem
by
Howard Johnson
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