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Dec 2015
I may not know what words to speak
When meeting new people, I'm a little weak
But I'll still watch closely and listen well
To capture the story they're all dying to tell
Had to write this down before it was lost in the maze of chaotic thoughts. Perhaps it will find its way into something with a title... or perhaps it will always be nameless
J B Moore
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J B Moore  24/M/New England
(24/M/New England)   
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