Spencer
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The earth quakes in thunder claps
a hapless dressing for a proud sun
melting clouds enough for rain.
One is born, another dies
a constant neverland of never come again.
I just gave you the link to my account.
I'm hoping you don't hate me for this.
But I wouldn't blame you if you did.
To say I was hurt would be an understatement...