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Dec 2014
it seems my strongest poems came when i was at my weakest
the overflowing words in my mind used to spill onto paper like an avalanche
my thoughts were cold and my eyes would sting when i cried,
praying for the day that snow melted
because even if the poems ****** the skies had cleared;
i was no longer trapped under the crushing weight of sadness

today's a great day to watch the flurries
Cam E
Written by
Cam E  Maine
(Maine)   
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   Sarah Camacho and Erenn
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