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Apr 2016
My mind is often clouded with negative thoughts
but when I turn to look at you
all the pessimistic notion were exanimated.

Out of nowhere
every sanguine reverie comes rushing in.

I guess I'm grateful that you exist
for you're the only one who can turn my cynical head
into a promising one.
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