K. F.
I am Revolution :: Words :: Poetry
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K. F.
I want to be ashes in the wind.
The ones that guide you home,
when the cool autumn breeze blows your hair
under the colored oak trees
and you smile for no reason at all.
The ones that guide you home,
when the cool autumn breeze blows your hair
under the colored oak trees
and you smile for no reason at all.
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