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Aug 2011
I turn from the light,
My eyes burning,
Red as a star,
Wet and calm as that passive ocean,
Though torrent in it's flow,
I fall from the sky,
the wind cutting my face,
laughing at me as it passes,
I turn away again,
Why does something that doesn't affect me,
Hurt so much?
I don't understand,
I can't understand
Jack Touchet
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Jack Touchet
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   Samuel
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