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Sep 2015
Liz
Stay calm.
Calculate.
Mold yourself,
Shape the edges,
So maybe you'll fit with this one.
Take the safety of this gun
So I graze your shoulder
Like your bullet
Grazed my heart.

There will be more beauty
There's always moonlight

So far from a shore I can see.
So far from a you and a me.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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       JL, brandon nagley and life's jump
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