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Wherever we turn in the storm of roses,
the night is lit up by thorns, and the thunder
of leaves, once so quiet within the bushes,
rumbling at our heels.

Added: 24 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 21 Nov 2009 11:06 PM | Viewed: 4897 times

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