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Apr 2017
The silence somehow howling,
in this small town of Maine.
In between the tangled weather of winter and spring.
Living in a small town, your are bound to pass by
a place from before
Wether it is bad or good, you still walk by.
love, Maine, smalltown, memories, hurt, sad
haylee beckim
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haylee beckim  15/F/Maine
(15/F/Maine)   
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