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Jul 25
Maybe I’ll love you better this time,
With a blank page towards this life- a canvas in solid white;
And not falling into feelings pretty much blind
As all this running is being done outside; desperately trying
To keep every shadow in line, through the rain-washed days,
I’ll catch them running inside. And as the wind so too blows inside;
Tearing down all of the displays in my mind…
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You get to finish the rest
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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