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They met on rainy days
  when the air was thick,
laden with the
   scent of old musky
     scrapbook memoirs
           & salt tears' reminisces
Liam C Calhoun Jul 2015
Shoulder blades collapse;
Burdens seemingly falter.
Let the hours beware.
Liam C Calhoun Jul 2015
Eve’s ambient, so
She cries on porcelain floors;
I remain in bliss.
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