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Dec 2012
I don't see the truth anymore
It floats by me like
the feather it is, carrying my
dreams and ambitions

Never returning yet I am
always yearning for its arrival
My eyes burn red with anticipation
for a moment that never actualizes

My life is such that it can be defined
by the feather that glided across the blue
Pedro Poveda
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Pedro Poveda  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Eva Elyse, August and Monica Abigail
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