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Jan 2015
So many shoulders rounded

softly, the moans always climb

to fall around every curve

following distant stretches

lost in the rhythm of rain

on a roadway far too long

for a poet whose muse sings

sweetly in the dark of night

from just beyond the sunrise
Written by
BianchiBlue
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   Suzy Hazelwood, unknown, Hamad and AJ
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