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Oct 2014
not by day
in the time of dream
your blue mist
those clouds you wear
that red of your lips
i had forgiven you
left you behind
but you talked

just like a little fish
fish on ground
fish by air
Not so close to me
not even desireable
my solitude drifts away
dragging my own self
Katzenberg
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Katzenberg  Mexico
(Mexico)   
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