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May 2016
It took me hours so think about the words that could,
Like clouds, discover, what I felt when I sat defeated somewhere,
My fountain of youth is so far far away, and I sit,
knitting words together to form a platitude.
Thinking Doc
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Thinking Doc  Bulgaria
(Bulgaria)   
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   Guadalupe Meza
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