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June Montag May 2014
but all is not lost as
     the brightness returns and
     the dark is dispelled
          no more to sojourn
the tears can return from whence they came and
     the fists put back into their cage as
     the cameras finally roll away.
a touch an apology a kiss on the mouth
     the monster he promises will never get out
     but we all lnow that it will.
yet for now the sky's blue and
     the clouds have returned
     all's right with the heavens
     all's right with the world.
this is one of the few happy poems i will ever be capable of writing, simply because it was not my idea. i do not control the rain.

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