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Mar 2012
Well look if it isn't sunset
The whole ground is black
As an orange sun slips
Behind the tree line
The call of birds
Where children still play at the edge
Glowing in lamplight

A broken vessel
Poured out on the kitchen floor
Dirt and dust
Chipped points of bone

I don't understand destiny
Or if it all hasn't happened
Dreaming in my bed
JL
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JL  United States
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   Jae Elle, --- and mads
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