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I-95
It’s a bright day, brilliant colors all struck from sunrays
And the night which followed was quiet,
Cicadas ain’t out yet, I’m still figuring out how I hear the same sounds
Miles away and still hearing ringing and shouts.
I could never make sense how the skyline is loud
How the blue feels like it’s fighting the sun in a bout,
I watch it from a window while academic papers ar...
Tuesday 17th May 2022 4:04 am
Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #42 {Dear Brother}
{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #42} {Dear Brother}
Dear Brother,
Yet another
holiday season
is upon us
`n` it still
seems like
the very
first one
without you
by my side to
open up gift's
`n` then go
outside to
make a snowman
in the white
wintery snowy
weather`n` then
come back in
out of the cold
weather to warm
...Saturday 16th December 2017 11:43 am
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