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Oct 2015
It was not until I was forced to taste the shades of gray
Lying like a death shroud across your face
That I truly embraced the full spectrum
Of every other color
I miss you every day.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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