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Sep 2016
Oh these seasons and how they turn

Are you torn inside

Or holding dear a golden child illusion

Speak your inner truth and bare your soul to me

I hang on every word when you carefully pour them into the irises of my eyes

And might I discover my contribution to your affliction
Dawn King
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Dawn King  Loma Rica, CA
(Loma Rica, CA)   
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