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Dec 2017
I used to think the moon followed me everywhere I went.
Like a beacon of light guiding me to where I needed to be.
Now as I sit in this car looking a the man in the moon asking,

Where to next?
Jaderbug dreams
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       Lior Gavra, Rick the shoe shine boy, A and Timothy
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