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Mar 2012
It's bright
but it's cold
and the wind makes it even more so
and the clouds
and the shadows
that they cast upon the ground
are flowing
streaming on their paths
and the hardest part is knowing
you're alone
and so am I
Sometimes you feel like home,
so don't ever
don't you ever cry
on my behalf until I've passed
Benjamin Aptaker
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