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Vic Dec 2020
The world is smiling at me
When the trees turned white
And the air turned blue
But my nose stayed red
You're glowing too
My breath evaporates
In a cloud of emptiness
Like the thoughts in my head
Baby, we're a mess
But the world is smiling at us
A poem every day
10/9/20

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