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Apr 2018
we try to live in these painted pictures,
our scribbled world of smiling sorrow,
faded blight, bleeding bright,
stain the plans we dream tomorrow.

weekends forecast cosmic stares,
stars dim lit the distance,
silence through thunderous chaos,
reigns my bane's timid resistance.
There is this saying, "We make plans and God laughs". Ha huh
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