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Jan 2013
Let me spill these from my mouth to the empty page.
Run my fingers through the prose and feel the warmth.
Creating worlds in this unforgiving land of peace.
Your shackle made of freedom has me choking on air.
Socally Picter
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Socally Picter  Stay Where you are.
(Stay Where you are.)   
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   pixels and Elizabeth Paxton
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