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Sep 2012
I’d send out an s.o.s.

with no reply.

I’d endeavor the moons of my mind

between lunch and dinner-time.

I’d sail between forests of orange and green

just to hike back and see if I’d still believe.

Oh, hollow tunnels through the mountain of my heart.

bring me back to the winds that tore us apart.

Show me selfish sin and i’ll give you the rain

for lack of better man, i’d give you my name.
Nicholas James Berlincourt
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