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Mar 2014
Its a cold evening and I'm walking up the street
I can't remember
what I thought
but now
I'm not thinking, I'm knowing
that the sky is that perfect shade of blue
and i'm walking up the street

in every other possible reality this must have happened
I feel perfect and happy and whole
for the first time in a long time
too long a time
the sky was blue-gray like a sunrise
even though its night time
and then i felt like nothing was ending and everything was starting
and i felt so big
Written by
Mars
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   ---, erebus victor, Nadia Hasan and Diane
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