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Sep 2018
Blue.. You were blue the blinding shade of a mid summers sky

Cold.. You were the cold breeze that pushed its way threw my fingers and into my hair

Broken.. You are broken like a vase that crashed over,spilling water and flowers onto the hardwood floor of our love
Thicket of Thoughts
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Thicket of Thoughts  20/F/Where I'm Supposed To Be
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