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Feb 2017
Along the lake
refuse floats at waters edge;
yet still birds sing.
There is much so, for which we may weep; yet there remains still light.
Christian Bixler
Written by
Christian Bixler  26/M/Athens, GA
(26/M/Athens, GA)   
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