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Dec 2015
No its not how they thought of thee
It's how they think of me
When they hide behind
Blackened fragile blinded eyes
You can find sometimes
It's hard to see
When you stop yourself
From gazing through unbiased seas
Of our consciousness and dreams
Searching for an answer
When your dancing in the rain
NickBlockOneLove
Written by
NickBlockOneLove  Detroit, MI
(Detroit, MI)   
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