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Sep 2011
Sitting on the brink,
Playing with overgrown hair
Where the ***** clouds
And dimming moon
Now spell home.

On the shore,
Watching the rolls
Spill their tears.
Another day
Of living reflections
In the silence.
Written by
Billy Juergens
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