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Oct 2016
We are cold.
Whether measured by the sun's standard
Or by the sound made by the clouds.
But right now an unrecognized feeling
Is creating a filter through my eyes.

This feeling is so strong and irrevocably true
That I'm left wishing that it's pure.
Kenēn
Written by
Kenēn  Japan
(Japan)   
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   Doug Potter
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