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Oct 23
Arms out against the cold,
Wind is blowing, I'm told,
"Possibility becomes reality."
I just wanna run down the town,
Look at the seeds that you have sown.

The seats you have left untouched,
Are feeling like you were unjust,
To the friends you have lost,
Sing that song of Home,
It'll forgive you for Rome.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  17/M/Idaho
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