alaskan pitkat
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
[tree]
colors change;
pain fades.
muted with maturity,
rooted with purity;
i've known no other rarity
than these times.
seasoned with growth,
choked not by former oaths;
be my oak.
feed my ground.
the alms of alma
know no bounds.~
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