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Mar 21
Drops of sunshine,
infinitesimally bound
between,
underneath,
or possibly behind
our world of flesh and dreams.
Perhaps a combination of the 3,
or perhaps none at all.
Lost in translation,
a broken language
no longer spoken -
tucked away
in a world inconceivable to our hearts
but home to our souls.
Written by
Katie be my darling  20/F
(20/F)   
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     Rick and Nolan Bucsis
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