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Dec 2016
I touch the sky
Trace the stars with my fingers
Wonder why am I alive
As I drift like the icy snow
From the clouds to the ground
Blowing over everything
Blowing you off
When you say I will be okay,
That it will be alright.
Colette Williams
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Colette Williams
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   --- and its gonna make sense
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