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Mar 2014
Clear your thoughts
like a break in the clouds.
Memories float by
until you’re left with nothing
but an open sky,
a star to wish upon,
a constellation to recall,
and the blackness to remind us
we are all so very small.
Nonsense From My Noggin
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Nonsense From My Noggin  Exandria
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