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Sep 2015
Like the meteorites we flock to the fields to gaze upon,
I don't want to burn out.
But how do you stop the source from getting eaten away
When the fire's already hot and bright?
Maybe I'm not done with this one yet... we'll see I guess?
Genevieve
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Genevieve
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   Blair, RH 78, jia and GaryFairy
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