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Mar 2015
Drop it like a hot stack of old rainbows
expired ones, from that other time.
My ears are ringing, from you
I dare scream out your name.

And you know it's me in there
when you do it with another
The bells chime, I come forth
the light bursts, hurts a bit, I don't mind.
alwaystrying
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alwaystrying
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   james nordlund
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