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Apr 2014
there comes days
when you can't tell the clouds
apart from the mountains
the purple abyss's of each
blend almost seamlessly.
there comes days
when the deep blue ocean
turns the color of the stormy skies;
both willing and able to do harm
but kept calm
by the sound of the dying wind.
there comes days
when you can't tell right from wrong
and your mind loses itself
before you can run to catch it.
Keeley Golden
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Keeley Golden  United States
(United States)   
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