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Feb 2016
I wanted to say
To scream
To love
And never leave

A little bourbon
Velvet curtain
Fall

Devastation
Crawl along
Say things you don't mean
A voice unseen

Wolves hunt in packs
Relax
I wanted to say
I wanted to stay
I wanted to stand
To go
Headed toward the sand
Course correct
Now I'm crashing on land
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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