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Mar 2013
Call it... denim.
Like faded blue jeans,
the sky smiles down on us,
& the white clouds
are only torn seams it seems,
So I sew my sinister sins
to the skins of doves,
& then ever sooo innocently...
wave them goodbye.
J
Written by
J  uganda
(uganda)   
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   jdmaraccini and Miraj
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