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Jan 2018
yellow roses
my soul wanted to be painted with them
soak their petals in water
drown me in the ocean of their sweat beads
i need color and sunshine
but i never did much like sunshine
the rain was more my expertise
i have always been tainted gray.
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RIVR  25/F
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