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Jan 2013
Out-of-doors opened in at him
all that gathered in his pity.
For there was confusion in the room and
one could not make out of what is the emptiness inside him.
Solutude.
ugh
Matt Holt
Written by
Matt Holt  Portland
(Portland)   
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   ---, Gabriel, Emanuel Martinez and Timothy
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