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Nov 2017
The eyes see beyond beyond now,
Past the words,
Past the symbol.

Then enters the thirst,
An evening,
A cold light,
The empty everything,

And a Sterile drama,
A paradise,
Smoke n' mirrors,
Caves n' shadows,
And a new outlook.
Israel Baker
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Israel Baker  18/M/Indianapolis, IN
(18/M/Indianapolis, IN)   
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   Sajini Israel
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