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Nov 2014
Your hands became a
raft in the river bend:
once rode with fury,
slowed down with their stories,
then crashed into your end.

*Wallows
"Save us from shotguns and fathers' suicide."
rained-on parade
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rained-on parade  Sheffield, England
(Sheffield, England)   
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