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Nov 2015
We are all being hunted,
so, we run through time,
tripping who we were behind.

quickly, we stretch  our existence,
with foolery to save what's weakened.

But even then, even there, the rider follows,
gracefully hopeful to fill what's hollowed.

She is a reminder that all things, even pain, fades,
and we... well, our turn is long awaited.
Frantz Saintil
Written by
Frantz Saintil  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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   mickey finn and ---
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