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My mail lacks a return address.
I know no street names.
He stands in my rear view mirror.
The sun is losing my respect.
I write my adolescence on my receipt,
along with my unwanted 2nd thoughts.
One day we'll paint my sky.

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[Misery]

There is a small searching voice beneath the skin of a Peach that one day shall be a raging roar of poetry.
I hope to see that day. Until then I will continue listening with delight to your searching whispers.

[Peach]

It's been three years of searching but I feel like I'm making my way.