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Aug 2012
Something like freedom. Something like that's pretty strong for a tea cup ain't it? That guy, wait what was that guys name with the car seat? Did you roll off of that bus when you were sleeping that night? Where did Alice in Wonderland take you? And who will you see before and after you open those eyes? Age or what you did with those years, all those years you were awake verses all those years you were dead. I see your faces in all these videos and we know exactly where you are right here in our moving bodies made up of all the things that is us because of you. Cut your hair and change that face before you step off that next hard grey bird. I HEAR YOU SINGING. I always hear you singing. Something like freedom.
Samantha Lee Vetrano
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