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Feb 2015
high tides
frosty night
weekend downpour
sandy storm
nothing could pull the veil up
valveless explosion awaits in the dark
hoping the Sun to set in the morning
and rise in the evening
vacant stares
dead words
lazy fingers
sleepless nights
thoughtless days
Running in the circles
circle of nothingness
world of boredom!
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   JWolfeB
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