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May 2015
I am a storyweaver
Pulling thin cords of lives and dreams
I take the sorrow, take the pain
The bloodied, torn and forgotten
Sit and weave from dusk to dawn
Take the thin cloth to market far away
To sell away these stories and live another day
Ashley Day
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Ashley Day  Somewhere among the stars
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