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Sep 2012
Listen,
The faceless walk into
The mouth of the river.
The river swallows.
The water is gray.
Animosity roars in the ears of the trees,
They sway in anguish, not for the breeze.

Now listen!
The shipwrecked seas see.
The faceless cannot see.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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