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Jan 2018
Ah, how long it's been.
Century and century of unoriginal sin.
We've lied and killed,
****** and been ******.
Grown out and up then round and back in.
Our head held high ideals,
over our dirt grounded feet.
The terror we've seen,
Each person we've ever been.
Looking for something beyond unoriginal sin.
Gregory Paul Dancer
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Gregory Paul Dancer
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   Vanessa Gatley
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