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Mar 2016
You cannot be both the clouds and the rain.
Your silence is eating away at my brain.
I am falling.
Singing this light won't go away.
Night only serves to end the day.
You are calling.
Stone lips like fire in the shade.
You cannot be both the Sun and it's ray.
We are drowning.
In silent rain.
Spenser Bennett
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