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May 2015
When does the last brick fall,
when is the last phone call.

Do you ever push on your breaks
and zoom down with no intentions of stopping.

It must pop in your mind,
maybe for only a moment of time.

But when you let go,
how will I know?
Genevieve
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   Nicole Dawn
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