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Feb 2012
Traveling miles forward to I (am)
Collected ghosts of My (self)
A why echoes without a because
Instead have prods with what if

A smile reminds (have) value of
Moment immune to (what) if
Piled between bloodied (if) victims
Future stained moments immune

I (am) has roots in shallow soil
My (self) anchored in must
A stranger emerges of familiar echoes
Contradict is something I trust
Aaron Driver
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