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Feb 2014
I know what's
Beyond the curtains and It's just
an emptier room.

It's like I'm stuck
At the bottom of a well and all
I can mange to do is look up and
Shrug my shoulders.

Buildings crumble,
Sculptures fade,
Why make art if it always rains?
Annabella
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Annabella  PA
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