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Needles and Heights
See that you find reason each day to smile,
tell yourself what you need to, though,
that gray sky will find some blue eventually.
it's terribly hard to be sure when, i know,
but at first sight of the cerulean,
you will realize that it's just a new canvas and you,
the monet of a new city.

By southernblood

© 2008 southernblood (All rights reserved)


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