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Apr 2014
Orange and Red.
****** skies, or beautiful sunsets.
Who can know?
Not me.
Blue and Green.
Jealous nations or breathtaking seas.
Who can know?
Not me.
High and low, dark and light, opened and closed, black and white.
I see what I can, I know what I couldn’t, I open my mouth to people I shouldn’t.
Shut down, blacked over, forcefully shoved.
My mouth is closed, My eyes are shut.
To all those after me:
Good luck.
bekka walker
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bekka walker  MT
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