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Feb 2016
I was hanging onto a dead vine which
I thought was going to eventually blossom.
One step at a time,
As of tomorrow morning,
Things will feel unlike.

Sorry I chained you,
To the nuisance that was me,
but you are free now.

You can move along,
So i believe I will too,
Wish you best of luck.
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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