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Nov 2016
I'm not who I was before
All moments awash upon your face
Including those upon which I witnessed your tears
A solid lifetime of grace

Now that we are here, the pain and anguish of every day
Has become a tangible play
A busted rift in time and reality
But given everything
I think I'm doing okay
Adam Mott
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Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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