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Mar 2018
Is becoming a runaway an option?
Can escapism, be a relief to this soul full of imperfection?
Or would it all just be a volatile alleviation?

I, I drown in a sea of commotion..
And I get lost in all this confusion..
But you, You are my salvation,
And so my soul rejoices with celebration
Pluviophilist
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