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Jan 2014
blocks are built high, towering all else
then they tumble down each time
build up, build up and see where it goes
can't go so high up, into the sky

sun will scorch every time
and winds will rip
leaving a host of mixed emotions in its wake

let's hold hands instead
and feel the glow of Spanish eyes
climb into your heart
alwaystrying
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   Maman Screams
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