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Feb 2014
you don't get that warm welcome
from someone in the normal day
it's a hateful and horrific world
without your calming little touch
our present is a pandemonium
blooming with sorrow and authority
responsibility can wait a longer time
because all i have been waiting for
is a word for the godsend that i see
right in front of my whole existence
la luna
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