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Jan 2014
I feel the hands within my heart

Pushing
Pushing
Outward

Longing for something to start

Waiting
Waiting
Onward

A dream flown on must leave a hole

Empty
Empty
Hungry

A hole let sit will collect dust

Falling
Falling…
Downward
Steven Martin
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Steven Martin  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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