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Mar 2014
Untitled
I've never been anything defined,
a cloud.
Waiting and hating inside,
out loud.
I've never felt the shifting of colors,
change.
I love everything individually, singularly,
insane.
Written by
Jessica Smith  Colorado-Montana
(Colorado-Montana)   
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