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Sep 2014
i part from you
pills
pipe
i sit and watch the rain in a haze
blurred streaks
against tree silhouettes
my mind is affixed
to you
grab a beer and stay here
for awhile…

i'm encircled with
everything
when i'm in your arms
the sound of
the rain
will always be our song
n White
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n White
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