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Oct 2014
He so desperately wishes
That he could be
A storm cloud,
For I have learned
That I am no good
At hearing whispers.
You must come at me
With the power of a hurricane.
whiskey dipped flower
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     Bogdan Dragos, Erenn and Akira Chinen
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