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Aug 2018
The worlds in view
Seem far too few
And what we chase
We refuse to face

We want to feel
But deny what's real
The light's in sight
But we choose the night

Every voice is the same sad sound
With all of our feet on the same hard ground
But if you reach, it reaches too
Heaven's not far,
From me and you
Natalie Pugmire
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Natalie Pugmire  Camas, Washington
(Camas, Washington)   
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