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May 2010
i must smile, as i breathe.
i must live, as i die inside.
for the time shall not come,
for lighter showers to grant upon.
whether be, it withers thee.
all burnt up inside,
and prolongs to smolder.
i am all singed in green.
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Dyllies
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