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Aug 2014
We're stuck
Laying tangled in this mess we've made.
I'm pulling one way,
But so are you.
I don't know what else to do
To make you mine.
I can't figure it out.
Someone send me a sign.
Cause I'm slowly falling from cloud nine
On this Indian summer night.
October 1/5, 2012
Lani Foronda
Written by
Lani Foronda  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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