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Aug 2017
We all pour expressive concrete
On our faces
From time to time
We all lay paralyzed by our
Own imagined fears

What we do next
Is what cuts the cord
Or plunges the knife
Karisa Brown
Written by
Karisa Brown
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     zebra and John Michael Biely
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