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Nov 2013
There is no more sky
No more blue
Endlessly stretching forth
No more fast clouds or silver linings
No more storms or stars
No more wind in my hair
  There is a six foot barrier
And a velvet lining and a wooden box
Which I can't think outside of anymore
Written by
Hudson Everett
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