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Dec 2015
He smiled at me 
Bright white perfect smile
Straight as the AA token he threw away years ago. 
I sighed, your smile brought sunshine 
But your eyes brought rain 
Your voice rings in my skull like thunder clouds. 
I'm still packing my bags. 

Baby, don't you know I'm tired of the weather?
Emily Ann
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Emily Ann  Colorado Springs
(Colorado Springs)   
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