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Oct 2013
Your eyes aren't brown like is printed in those tiny government words
I see muddied sunsets in them, hallmarks of each day I surrendered
Your veins are riverbeds, you know I never learned to swim
I say goodbye again and again
The waves knock me down each time before the words grow wings
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   Francisco DH and ---
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