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Jun 2012
The world writes its words on its doors,
not on its walls
so swing open wide, mason:
this is ephemeral
and this is young.
and this is written in water, because
anything is always an over-estimation.
Abigail Ella
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Abigail Ella
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   --- and Samuel
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