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Sep 2015
He was the artist and I was the writer.
He was the picture and I was the thousand words.
But now
We are nothing.
And now
That's okay.
The end never really seems to be the end does it?
AllAtOnce
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AllAtOnce  19/F/United States
(19/F/United States)   
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