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May 2016
With dreams like clouds,
Which often drift and
Float,
Everyone confuses my
Thoughts with lethal
Smoke.
Thinking fire and destruction
Is the cause of my
Smiles.
My clouds hover
Above the path of
Tears
For miles.
People think they can read minds
Misty Meadows
Written by
Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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