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Aug 2014
It rains alot this time of year
Paranoia soaked
Was it a mistake?
Despite an interlude of an overbearing cloud mass, gallons from the atmosphere,
Accompanied by harrowing hallway whispers of wilting hopes
It's all forgiven now, justified and crossed out
Now the winter sun can penetrate us further into bliss

-cj
smallhands
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   Antonio
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