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Apr 2022
I am half-sick of shadows.
There, up there is my light
Where meteors shoot,
Where clouds form,
Where lightnings strike,
And stars come and go.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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