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Jul 2018
I wrote in circles like a vinyl ******, but still running, and bounded over what could have made the story wholly forgiving.

I am the only one
to ever hear
exactly what I said:

I cannot begin
to tell you how
this might end.
Written by
Nick Burns  Everything Was Beautiful
(Everything Was Beautiful)   
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   Jack P
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