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Dec 2012
Cold distant morning
alone on the fog bank
watching the animals play
see how the simple things
create so much excitments
evolution is a depressing things
growing with the pain
turning into something
something I am not
cold cement walls holding me
in their warm inprisonment
knowledge forced upon indivduals
who know nothing of real life
like cold distant mornings
alone of this fog bank
Emily Helen Culver
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Emily Helen Culver
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   Timothy and Edward Searson
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