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Oct 2012
on the brink of a river, there's plenty to see
on the brink of insanity, there's only me
and as i fall forward, i don't put my hands out
and as i hit the ground, i know what and why this came about.
Sal Gelles
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Sal Gelles  The road
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   Aditya Bhaskara
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