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Jul 2015
now,
the only thing that clears my mind
is the little park across the street
with it's soft dirt paths and circular moon lamps
it is here
in the smooth warm air
that i can forget it all, yet still think.
kiera
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kiera
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   --- and Camron Elliott
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