May 2016
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My dreams are
like those stuffed animals
at the bottom of the glass enclosure
and my life is the mechanical claw
that no matter how many times I try,
still won’t pick one up
My dreams are
like those stuffed animals
at the bottom of the glass enclosure
and my life is the mechanical claw
that no matter how many times I try,
still won’t pick one up
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)
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