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Jun 2017
Winter dawns on me. The cold of the air, suffocates

my bones. I look outside and flowers are blooming in.

I'm slowly dying inside these four walls.

I love you, but as I watch you leave,

time slowly falls, and I drop to my knees.


*Sandoval
Sandoval
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     Guadalupe Meza and Paul Jones
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