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Mar 17
Puffs of smoke,
Hanging high

Each blow,
A held-on drop in the sky.

Inhale, exhale,
But never let out,

Inhale, exhale,
Another forgotten shout.

Would I still curse the rain?
Even if I knew I'd never see it again

Would I still plead for a release?
Even if I knew it'd be the end of peace.
Germaine
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Germaine  F/Canada
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