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Nov 2015
Don't let the moon cry
She said
As the earth grew another blade of grass
It will be ok
As the trees say
Wish not for things to always be
In order for life to grow
They need room to spread their wings
I cannot tell you how to balance
This transient knowledge
As I myself have been lost in the collage of greatness
Can I ask you a question?
Who are you?
And why must I ask this?
Kurt LaVacque
Written by
Kurt LaVacque  Austin
(Austin)   
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   --- and Dead lover
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