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Dec 2011
I saw a sky
slate grey- clear
but for
clouds that
wanted away-
drift listless

I thought of death
under a sun
unconcerned
and I breathless

I fear silence
between you
and I, tonedeaf
I sing
this, my melody.
Written by
montag runs
937
   ---, M and K Balachandran
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