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Jun 2014
there was a creek
that ran by
his cheek

spilling
blue
tears
across
an alabaster
neck

make it crack
like the man
who fell
from the wall

and watch
the knights
and their
white
white
horses
trying
to save the day
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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