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Sep 2012
My mind floats in the abstract;
How might I attract
She
who dances to life?
I’m lost at a play,
My smiles and frowns all an act,
So that one day,
You might take my hand,
And fly away
with me.
Roma Carlo
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Roma Carlo
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   Emily Reardon
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