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Feb 2016
The blustery winter sky sighs her name,
and my eyes pulse with the beat of the rain.
I can't help but ponder 'what if'
we hadn't been so **** selfish,
and I've grown so **** tired instead
from being so **** stuck in my head.

But my head
just ain't what it used to be,
then again
what's the point anyway.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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