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Dec 2014
Crisp,
Cold,
A snap.
It was not expected.
Nothing was felt as the world
Turned to rain.
All she could ask for was time.
Maybe it was a dream,
But awakening to reality,
She realized the nightmare she was living.
The world was dead.

P
R
E
T                                          Was all she did
E                                                   For the next year.
N
D
I                                    Until everything just
N                                                     BROKE
G
Quo Vadis: 'whither goest thou?'
Aeya Jean Johnson
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Aeya Jean Johnson  Sipping Cocoa in the Rain
(Sipping Cocoa in the Rain)   
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