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Dec 2014
I could write that your coat was black; and they would think I meant dark as night.

They would probably analyze the complexity of your coat, but to me it was the simple sky.

Because even with the darkness of hidden secrets, the pockets were blue, and you were my light.
Written by
jackie  California
   melina padron
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