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I see The clouds Clean and free of color Blackening I hear The leaves They speak of seams Pulling I don't know what to think But dream of love Growing
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
June 2013
I see The clouds Clean and free of color Blackening I hear The leaves They speak of seams Pulling I don't know what to think But dream of love Growing
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alex-waddell
American
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
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