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Mar 2016
rain gushes in like a faucet
floods the basement of my brain
some pours out my eyes
most of it just stays stagnant in my mind
blurs faces in glossy photos
forms pools where mosquitos sleep
and **** the happiness out but
jokes on them because there was none to begin with.
mrs kite
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mrs kite  north america
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