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Snowfall, burned to stream

His wheel, rotates the lie like halo.. to a cloud or snowfall, burned into a summer stream. I've waited, for the flake to blur my lips. I own the blame of reason I've whirled, beneath each season inhaling words, for clarity. In truth, I've always known it's clearest.. being me 

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