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Jan 2018
The joy I used to feel turned to mud
and squished in between my toes.
My smile faded like the sun
after a cleansing rain
beautiful then suddenly dark.
I keep reaching for that next branch but Iā€™m blind with the sadness.
Artistry
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Artistry  F/Texas
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