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Sep 2019
a thousand i miss yous linger
in the sky, stubborn clouds that they
are. but i am not tall enough,
nor can i reach high enough to
bring them down and spill them upon
the floor for you. so they remain
there, unspoken, unrained, unloved.
Written by
Aramitz J Durant  19/Paris, 1630
(19/Paris, 1630)   
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