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Seasons of the Consciense
Author: Studentialatini  PM
A human being can be likened to anything around him/her, and this is a simple form thereof.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 47 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-31-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2812816
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Like a plant my soul withers and dies
Rotten because of mounting sorrows
The light of day fades away
The sky darkens covered by shadows
The spring turns hot
The summer becomes worse
And the winter turns to hale strom
I long to grow again, to blossom
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