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Oct 2015
Our bodies are sustainable machines
Our fuel is not visible
Unless put into a color
Green, blue, red
Know this
You'll never be able to tell what someone's fuel is
You can only guess and
Guessing is desiving
A poem  just written today from scraps of another
Clara the Clairvoyant
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Clara the Clairvoyant  23/up above
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