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Jan 2013
Wait between the poles like fingers of forsaken blue accusing a painted sky
Lonely color cast aside to film across a water like light spread thin
The ink abandoned in lazy dribbles
Clouds riding muddled indigo

Wait for me there.
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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