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Nov 2017
The wind carries voices from the past.
Words of ex-lovers thinking they were my last.
Foolish -
To ever think you could put beauty on display.
There is no containing the wilderness we crave.

People’s hearts only rot in a cage.
Branden Youngs
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Branden Youngs  Sad City, WA
(Sad City, WA)   
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