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Mar 2016
Reaching into outer spaces
Twisted forms of time laid out
Do we fall in unreal places?
Identity twists the answering spout
Locked up, left out our minds ever racing
Chasing the Ones chewing the few
No breach in sight a new knots beginning
As with our hope, a simple adieu
john p green
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john p green  florida
(florida)   
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