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May 2014
Old
There is this man who makes me bleed
every day.
It doesn't make any sense.
Let it go they say.
I am five and I like the color blue.
Hazy but still, there it is.
You are a wingless angel, but still,
I look up to you.
Pleased to Meet You
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Pleased to Meet You  California
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   NuBlaccSoul
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