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Jan 2016
we've got young blood

that
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freely to our hearts

as we dance beneath the stars

and we start to pour

out beautiful art

as our feet tap against the dirt

and our cold souls began to rebirth.
i tried creating like an old indian/native american poem. What does it mean/look like to you? c:
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