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11.30.2004 sitting at my coffee shop in east atlanta,watching the oak leaves fall like snow outside the window, as i write the poetry that feels more like mangled thoughts, i realize it took me a year to get over her. and she is not one that i ever loved or can even say i knew. however, that realization is freeing like opening your eyes to the bright sunshine of a particularly important day. 0 Comments: |
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sunshine and rope swings
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