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10/27/2009
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the rape of the mistress fall
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standing silently amongst the fox fire as she beckons to hear the call rivers waiting flooding taking all in due course the rhythm sets and she is bound bound by the ice to keep her guardian winter a cold feet a harsh branch and she has wavered guardian winter as he strips her bare the leaves fallen the air ice and the trees dead and dry he has taken her raped her of her colors of her song and she will die she will die his cold embraces bittersweet she accepts them as just something that is meant to be something that must be tear stained cheeks as guardian winter was not the warm that she expected not the love contemplated her beginning her end his middle and her time has became his time and she will die she has died 
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