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Mar 2016
We were but void inside, depressed and hollow folk; and we were found to hide, beneath the blue-grey smoke; and crawling like animals upon our bellies, filled with emptiness, and forgetful memories. O how we go, go thru the bankable pennies, bleeding assets, worthless yet again, being penniless once again -we were but void inside, depressed and hollow folk.
Jamie L Cantore
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Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
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