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Because when frustration blooms like no flowers ever, and I’m standing with my hands in my pockets, looking down the empty street, it occurs to me that I might have been left alone. Streetlights retreat in their anxiety to keep it that way.
J.D. Harms
Shalini C
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Damn! This is the stuff to be spoken aloud. I love these lines.
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