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Aug 2016
I am going to try to spend the next hour stress free.
Not wondering who I'm supposed to be.
I won't think of you, or him,
or if I'll ever see you again.
For the next hour I won't care.
I won't look at my passenger seat wishing you were there.
I'll watch the sun rise,
and color appear
and for once not wish you were here.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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