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Sep 2012
this berryblossom white
and johnny cash
are the only things
helping me see clearly
this foggy morning

for i can see the sun peering through
but i do not feel it (like the mist)
the colors are not the same
anymore
nor do i think
they ever will be

so i sit
with understanding
of why a man in black
must sing
of yellow
instead
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