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Aug 2013
still is the look when nothing is found
im expecting a sunrise and clouds
rain is a privilege
ill let the wet fall on me
my shoulders dont get cold
they are golden and bare
ill look into their eyes
being, pure, naked
ill be free
like them ill be free
ill never get back to what i was
so ill embrace who i am now
Max Petersen
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