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Jun 2015
Emptying containers filled with collectables and such.
Things I'd rather keep invisible
collectively ask to much.
The body is a home.
The heart an attic
and
the brain is just a basement, filled with good intent.
Personal truth. Personal lies. Jack
Black
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     B and Tommy Jackson
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