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Feb 7
Like a raindrop felled from its cloud
this separation makes me less than I was.
I travel the world
the ground the sea the air
trying to find my love again.
Nowhere does he condensate.
Will we ever again join to travel the heavens?
Quixotic
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Quixotic  F/Appalachia
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