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May 2014
Pop
The bubble is about to burst
I've got two more days left

Then all the good times,
every part of the facade

Will dissipate
and I will be left
alone again

Waiting for the next bubble
to keep me afloat
A needed change, maybe, but not one I'm ready for.
Strange Chameleon
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Strange Chameleon
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   Timothy
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