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Jul 2012
Parting the red sea I saw thousands of
Big dead letters strewn across the path
I wanted to read them but I knew if I did
I would never make it back

I made it to the other side
And watched the waters crash together
When under my staff I found
A wet red letter

It’s time to go outside
It’s time to go outside
Lucy Tonic
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