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Aug 2018
The ocean blue turns into ink
and midnight sirens start to sing.
Lurking in alleys and over heads
And in the few million ways
That you could wind up dead
A broken night of windy chills
Is the brokenness that kills
When stars and moon can no man see
The sky is truly dead to me
James LR
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James LR  22/M/Idaho
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