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Apr 2014
The morning sun screamed out there
And longing was here

Longing for all that I thought I had  

as starlings wept inside out of all storm clouds

For it was only infatuation and he left me out here inside of a shambled horizon
lost to the breaking of dawns harshest breath.


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jo forstrom
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