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Aug 2016
there's a place
where there are no masks
not the teacher, the poet,
the lover or the scoundrel
only a trickle of blood,
stretching to infinity

there's a place,
which has the driest turkey,
inedible vegetables,
tasteless stuffing, and bland sides,
but there's nothing better to
remind us that we are home
WordWerks
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WordWerks  Austin, TX
(Austin, TX)   
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