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I (am) has roots in shallow soil

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
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aaron-driver
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Feb 29, 2012
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