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Dec 2014
if
if
        perchance
                               I were
                                           never
                                                      to
wake again, stayed forever behind
         rose
                                colored
                                           glasses,
never to open again these tired eyes
          I would
                                stare at
                                         the back of my
eyelids,
            forever.
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