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Aug 2020
I look at the past
I plunge into a crash
The waves of this bed
Has migrated my migraines
My brain wants love to fall
But the dark gray rain hangs
Then the blue paints my attitude
My heart beat keeps me moving on
But my soul bare to weep can't let the storm clear past
Bullet
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   Colm
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