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Jan 2013
Every contender begins a beginner.

With wisps of gold passing through my essence

the dancers dance with no proper introduction; (unnecessary!)

For we see who they are

as they dance

in the shadows; with wolves

or in the light; rehearsed and uninspired.

Say what you will,


the wolves always sang more in key

and with more soul

to me.
Nicholas James Berlincourt
   Emanuel Martinez
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