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May 2016
At the bottom
look way up to the rim up there where the air is slim. So the steep escape comes lumbering in to reach the edge of wondering.
This is
the end
of
me.
Geno Cattouse
Written by
Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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   cgembry
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