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Aug 2011
I'm shaking
My hands are shaking
I can't hold the pen any longer
No more time for writing 'bout it
No more time for thinking 'bout it
Every quake of my hands ticks down on the clock
And it's almost midnight.
Lorelei Adams
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Lorelei Adams
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   Zack Brown
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