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Feb 2015
Tea
I came with tea and magic
you pushed them both aside
I brought you clouds and rainbows
so vibrant from the skys
you let them sit alone
so sorrowfully surprised
always inside my dome
nothing to help you rise
anchor inside your pocket
resulting in your demise
fire burning earths bottom
flames barely touching your soul
i hope that you can love me
maybe then i can be whole
Mark The Vagabond
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