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May 2012
When the clouds disperse,
I catch a glimmer of something beautiful.
Like looking into your eyes for the first time,
Or holding the end of the rainbow in the palm of my hand.
Broken hearts have the power to mend.
And when they do,
That too,
Is also beautiful.
Cadence Musick
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Cadence Musick
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   Savannah Grace
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