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Dec 2012
The Clouds Do In Fact Cry
reach out
try as you might
fingertips never touch
desires whisked away
puffs of smoke
intermittent, forming clouds
that cry tears of sorrow
running down my spine
for I am kneeling
sobbing for you
Anon C
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Anon C  31/F/Virginia
(31/F/Virginia)   
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