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Jun 2015
Clear words spark from clear minds,

But we refuse to make this a focus.

Our generation’s prose may be punctual,

But it possesses no pain.

For we prescribe until our pain subsides,

And we watch it fade away.
Kooky Collages
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Kooky Collages  25/Nashville
(25/Nashville)   
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   Ami Shae
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