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Apr 2015
matching wings  
your halo was golden, mine  
was silver.

who we was

wasn't even relevant

until death came

and slit the




bag

from off my



face.



it didn't matter
  
that I didn't

want to  

breathe.









it didn't matter

that sun


supersedes rain



way




way                      




up          





there.
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softcomponent  26/M/Victoria, BC
(26/M/Victoria, BC)   
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