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#sways
Still as blank pages and a pencil My mind runs like icicles Drips splat the cold concrete of my heart Beating beating A broken clock As she sways in the warm summer night On the height of my long cold mirage
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
As She Sways