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Nov 2011
Fleating words shoot through your mind, teasing you.
You race to find paper and pen but you can't find your fingers.
          (And you can't find Arizona on the map)
As your mind slowly forgets the beauty of those words.
          (You remember that Arizona is a figment of your imagination)
And he was there when it became one.
Kaycee Hurt
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