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Sep 2014
long, hot days
and long, hot moments
give way
to me searching,
reveling,
for my atonement

it's never been fair
or ever been right
it's just so hard to care
when i keep it
long, far away,
and no where near sight

i've been carrying this
i may always will
this nonchalant tryst,
not over this.
because looks like these could ****

and so i roll on
some later day
will give way
to when the pawn...
i've created another world. it's probably a parallel universe.
brianna the strange
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brianna the strange  Dakota Territory
(Dakota Territory)   
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