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Dec 2018
I dreamt last night that I was Angus Young,
and then I was Bruce Springsteen
suspended in my masquerade
and open to pain.

Then, I saw you
as eyes should see you at last.
The way I wanted to see you,
a key to the universe…..
a beginning quietly forming.
Written by
Andrew Duggan
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   Fawn and Manuel Hutchinson
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