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Apr 2015
Fleeting moments sending people
running through the trees
as the embers of the fire scatter
with our own passions
The lights sweeping the way
in which we once belonged
and will return to in their
absence.
Through the river, light and drunk
thrilled with each and every
escape, new acquaintances are made
and old ones are brought to
the board for transition.
To a higher state of mind the
commission brings us
closer.
I'm drunk, I'm sorry,  but I want to remember this when I'm not.
CastorPolydeuces
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CastorPolydeuces  Montana
(Montana)   
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