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May 2017
I think for a long time now
I've thought I know exactly what I want
But its been all shook up
Its all shook up
Folks ask me which one
Which one
And its like my brilliant brain
Morphs into an open desert
I see hay stacks wheel past
Cacti lone and whispering
And I think and say out loud in real time
The noise of color whirling all around me
"I really don't know."
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Eudora
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