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Jun 2015
As the morning sun peeks over the horizon,the cascading rays blanket the landscape,creating a kaleidoscopic wonder...tiny specs of light,meticulously creep through my prison window,gradually warming my cold heart...as the drops of salty sadness roll down my cheek,they fall,on what I wished was a shoulder to cry on...but they end their journey on my lap...please oh Sun!will your warmth not dry up my river of tears?
Mark Lucatorto
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Mark Lucatorto  Albuquerque
(Albuquerque)   
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   Alyssa Underwood
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