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Aug 2014
if white truths and lies
were to cover our tracks
perhaps i would not care
to look back
the snow melted as the sun shone
for some reason
it reminded me of home
in that disastrous,
orange peeling way

-cj
smallhands
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smallhands
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   Antonio
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