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Apr 2016
I can clearly see the anger in your eyes,
hear it loudly in your voice,
taste it strongly in your bitterness,
feel it immensely in your actions,
sense it definitely in your disposition,
and I don't even know you,

now that’s power
Stephan
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Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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