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Jun 2015
with crystal clearness
blue eyes green at times
cries into foggy windows
sit I did my elbows on sobbing
windowsills minutes
things making necessary
my armor
my forbidding me to actually feel
revolting sins,
I spoke I thought I did,
upon the cloak of trueness,
May I come close.
wordvango
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