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Jun 2015
she lies with eyes
despising the skies
for their soaking surprise
and cataclysmic cries
under a canvas and metal stakes
hammering them with haste
so the wind won't blow it away
each missed stake a mistake
this great escape from the day to day
**was supposed to be fun
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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