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Jul 2013
Stay awake for the dawn that comes
Awake for the light at the
End of tunnel
Blink and it's gone now
Just wait and see
A cerulean
Behemoth
The sun an illusive revolver
Shooting love like a fast paced finger flung dart
Burning up the starch on your blue shirt
Searing through your heart
This is what it means to be alive
This is what it means to be alive
Azalea Banks
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