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Sep 2016
The airwaves live in the day.
What they whisper,
I cannot say,
but what I know
is that when they go
their message will live on in my head.

And what's in my head
should not be said
and when the night ends
all that will be found
is a life I could not fit my arms around.
this is the first thing i've written in a while. please be kind.
Rae Hogan
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Rae Hogan
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   --- and Doug Potter
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