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Published: Jan 28, 2013

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_{it's been a while and this was actually written long ago, submitted into a poetry competition (to no avail) but i love it and it is mine and i hope you enjoy it
please forgive my lack of words as of late, they are slowly coming back to me

inspired by: [link]}