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Oct 2011
I cage in God.
With glorious bars
Too small for his fingers
He releases his singers
Plucking chords made of nerves
Swelling with each note served
Undefined voices will swirl
With planetic like twirls
Filling my senses with increasingly
Distrusting incentives.
Hayley Neininger
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Hayley Neininger
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   Jack Piatt
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