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Jan 2014
Grapes grown on a crooked line
Make amongst, the most sour wine

Flowers of the dying kind
spoil and rot the bright sunshine

Butterflies in the pouring rain
Fall and die in roaring pain

Views change across eyes
Sorrow keeps the oil lit
Silent sounds are comfort
in the solitude of nighttime
Written by
Landon Green
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   Cailey Weaver
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