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Jeremy Betts Jan 22
Even Doc Holliday had one friend
I don't even have one someone who'd pretend
Maybe it's my fault, I am noticing a common thread
But what do I even matter, what does it even matter in the end?

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Lorelei Aug 2016
It was the end of August
in one peaceful night.
The wind dozed off for a while
and freedom floated around in the air.
Walking beneath the summer sky
You could feel
                 how each heartbeat
                                  turned into a star!
That’s why they spread so much light – the stars!
They carry deep within
A hope,
           A dream,
                        A promise.
Just taking the time to be amazed by a sky full of stars in Italy in August.

— The End —