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May 2015
And she whispers ....
Tomorrow’s ashes mingle with the warm noon air.
Temporary ifs, temporary gratification–
I want to catch my fleeting thoughts about tomorrow in a jar
before they become someone else’s riddle.
princess joel
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princess joel  pennsylvania
(pennsylvania)   
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