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cold, emotion, new, Poetry, reflection
Silence seeped in,
as slithering fog,
quiet, mystifying,
it’s face unique and changing,
rolling over green of life,
chilling, as if fingers cold grip,
in this stillness birds flee,
towards the greying skies of a morning,
that refuses to welcome that,
which is smothered in fog’s,
heartless being.
What meaning is of this?
The calm before the storm.
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Haha. Something like that it seems.
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400 sales is great. Rolling along. Told ya. Momentum… haha.
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I don’t want it to gather moss
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You are gathering momentum, lol… You are faster than the moss. The moss is @koustave. 😉
He’s not growing at all. LoL.
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At all?
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LoL. I don’t think he’s added a follower in a month. He barely tweets anymore, haha.
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That’s probably why.
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Yeah. haha.
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