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Feb 2015
Pigeons sitting in
a row
on the edge
the ledge of a
building
make me think of endless
orange skies
and cumulus clouds
so near to
fields where
the sunflowers are
ever growing.
You're the only one
I would have left it for,
and I did,
and I will
never regret it.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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