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Aug 2013
silent defeat
down rosy worn out cheeks
once my moon has risen
to its highest peak;
where are your rough fingertips
to wipe away my storm?
pulling back the blinds
to block out your sun.
Sleep now before they wake
for your night has reached its end
and mine has just begun.
Ray
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Ray  26/F/Canada
(26/F/Canada)   
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   Jaymisun Kearney
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