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Apr 17
I’m tired of collecting the tears
that the sun never dries
I’m resolved to chasing the wind
let the breeze blow my eyes
I’ve decided to fan my fears
and live while I’m alive
breathe as much fire
and burn till I die
My Dear Poet
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My Dear Poet  M/Bottom of the Jar
(M/Bottom of the Jar)   
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