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Nov 2014
As the sun rises, I remain
dreaming of living again.
Hoping to move beyond the pain.
Laying with a childlike hope
of escaping this slippery *****.

I dream of waking up
to a place full of grace:
Where rivers flow both ways.
And where I get to see your face:
Glowing with happiness.
Bobby Blues
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Bobby Blues
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   Cellar D'or and Siranne
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