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Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Unable
How would I tell you the summers
That my heart blooms into
The tunes that turn words into lyrics
Rains that spring the soul in me
A kid that runs downhill with the cart
My eyes that lit up with your name
How would I
This night will not let us win
Friday, April 1, 2016
Windows
Windows
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