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Feb 2018
Here is to the wreckage we are.
The strength of war running through our veins,
Bruises that burn our insides,
The hollowness of our right chest cavity,
The hurt in our eyes,
The loneliness,
Let me make museums of it all
Kellin
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Kellin  M
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     Carina, Jerry, Michael J Simpson and Kellin
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