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Jun 2017
May
shadows dancing on my wrist
and wind licking at my fingertips
light moving back and forth
past the greyish-blue eyes I always hated
but never knew why
everything is new
and nothing is the same
but then again
I've never craved consistency
Tyler Lockwood
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Tyler Lockwood
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       ---, ryn, Poetria, Glass and Keith Wilson
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