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Apr 2014
I did not know that I would end up here.
Here where the hummingbird does not sing.
Here where people do not smile.
Here where people come to when they are lost.
Here where the crystal blue ocean, that I long to see, has turned red velvet.
Here where no one sleeps.
Here where the forgotten ones come to be remembered by the dead.
GreyJunebug
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GreyJunebug  Cali
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