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Jun 2015
The trees were raining
their lilac drops
they brushed past my face
the tears they mopped

Walking the sidewalk
untangling my strings
it's nearly one o'clock
in dew-filled morning

I'm like the ghost you see
wandering the trees
will you still love me
if I was a dream?
Sam Stone Grenier
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Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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