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Sep 2014
good to see the sun shine once again
as if it has a choice
toys asleep in the attic and you're still waiting

I won't tell you, because you looked away
when you decided to be blind to truth
and deaf to reality, the shrieks

what the ostrich saw in the sand
curses you'll never know.
alwaystrying
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     Ken Pepiton and stΓ©phane noir
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