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Oct 2015
Smoke's dancing into the lungs that blacken what we call us. The lie blurs what she knows and her violin smile doesn't play now. This is not right, but nothing can be damaging when time holds no relevance.

*djm
Daniel McDougall
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Daniel McDougall  Australia
(Australia)   
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