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 Mar 2015 Adam Childs
Chris
I now know dreams
are made out of glass
because,
when you dropped me,
I watched all of mine
shatter
 Mar 2015 Adam Childs
Poetic T
This winter has been discontent,
And white washed the memories
Of blossom and warmth from
Our needing eyes.
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