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Mar 2013
What was this
when the snow started falling?
Did it change when the skies grew grey?
I'm not sure if this was meant to be
but it sure as hell could have lasted
a bit longer.

What was it
when the sun beamed through the clouds?
Was it nothing but you turning around?
Here is a shadow,
you ****** the darkness upon my shoulders.
I'm not sure if it was meant to be.
But I'm sure that you were as cold as ice
when you could have been the Summer sun.
Kendra Gibson
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