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Feb 2018
Just because,
I sometimes feel the air you once whispered To remind myself
How rare,
To have met the eyes that sang louder than the voice
Covering the internal crimes and shading your external cries
Making me wonder why
but also understanding
The man who could not comprehend  
that theres a life beyond our twisted minds
And some futures that don’t have dead ends,
No matter how hard you tried
You couldn't see the sky,
Though I've forgiven and made amends
Its for you, I live
Always feeling the wind and searching for your skin
It's for you, I speak the words we always meant to give
And for that, I no longer hold it in
Dallas jozwick
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Dallas jozwick  Phoenix, AZ
(Phoenix, AZ)   
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   Jac and Mena Mulugeta
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