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 Jul 2016 Olivia Griffin
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Something something
Very very bleak
Ill tides are always
Waiting at the beaches
Of our days
Or so it seems
Through my pessimistic haze
Some find succor in the past
All I can do is laugh
There must be a silver lining
Somewhere around here
Isn't there always.
Grey poetry at least.

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